As I progress through this sideshow called life, I am forced to embrace this aging with gusto and dread. On the one hand….I continue to create and on the other hand…there is the end game…Only so much time…to get this all done…whatever this:is…it has to happen…all of this is crying to unfold…I am the midwife of this situation. In other words..I am getting older and I am committed to this creative process….letting it unfold…here is a photo of me as I age like a fine Oklahoma rose rock.Follow me on social media:
I figure every year that I outlive Elvis is a gift. And he went down at 43…
hmmmm, weren’t you just on the edge of getting a cold that day??
I figure all the women in my family, both sides, lived a lot of years, so I might as well enjoy the aging part.