Good Friday, Is it Really Good?

In less than a week, another year of my life will have been spent…gone forever, never again to relive. Re-do’s are just impossible with time. The older I get the closer to dependency I become, and that frightens me. As a caregiver, I work with elderly seniors, and their level of dependency varies greatly. I…

Fragile: Haiku 9/16/16

The following was inspired by today’s daily post: Fragile (my stab at haiku) *** Glorious beauty Seen only through fragile eyes The way:  Death alone

Melody of the Soul

  Sometimes I shiver with the thought of getting old.  This shiver, like a wave of panic, reminds me:  Time marches on and stops for no one.  Logically, I knew this all along; however, now that I’m over fifty, it’s beginning to really sink in. It’s quite the paradox, for as I gaze into the mirror, I see…