At first, I saw this as a deterioration; a slow decay. I wanted to rescue these precious works of art and store them indoors. I had a desperate urge to repair; to fix up or to neaten the fraying edges. But this would deny them the chance to be fully what they were created to be ... blessings on the wind.
Each day, I have become more aware that the process of aging is one of transformation, not of deterioration. There is an intrinsic beauty in each stage of life, and one cannot mature until one surrenders a more youthful stage. Arnaud Desjardins says, " Life is expressed in a perpetual sequence of changes. The birth of a child is the death of a baby, just as the birth of an adolescent is the death of the child."
May each day reveal that I am part of a beautiful, engaging, transforming journey ... my life.