This growing old ain’t easy.

“…and while he sighed his body dies, in fifteen ways.” Becker/Fagen

I cannot escape this body, this container, this outward presentation of my reality that I have to fit into, to live with, to accept, and, to be in constant contact with, for all of my days on this Earth.

Does the heart have ‘eyes’ and vision ?

Does the heart have ‘voice’ and expression ?

Today, I ask my Power to allow my heart’s vision to be seen and my heart’s expression to be lived into. I practice to feel the warm connection to my Power, to my Self, and to other beings.