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The Matilija poppy grows wild by the highway in Southern California, exposing itself in glorious fields of white and yellow, petals bent and wrinkled like crepe paper, a golden orb at its heart. There is a kind of daring offered in the crinkly petals…touch me, touch me, I look frail, but I am strong. If you are hungry, my heart offers nourishment.
What an interesting message from this simple blossom. It inspired me to think of my own body, a bit wrinkled, and not as strong as I would like it to be, but with a well of life experience ready to share in a way I never could have as my younger self.
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What a delightful read! A poetic view of of the path ahead!
You know it girl. xo
You put this so well. That is an amazing flower and a great analogy. I remember loving my grandmothers soft squishy arms when she hugged me all those years ago. Enjoy every day!
Hi Darlene, Full circle is kinda mind blowing and so wonderful. Going to make the most of the next 35 years or so!
What a fantastic read!
Re: “I no longer accept bets or state emphatically that I’m right about everything”, I’d add “and I no longer care about proving that I’m right”.
Some time ago – possibly after reading one of your posts – I realized that, given a choice, I’d much rather be happy than right.
Wise follow-up Brian. It’s a wonderful place to arrive at.
Hi Marcus, glad you enjoyed it!
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Totally agree! Great post!
Glad you enjoyed it Barb.
So enjoying sharing and reading comments.