Silver, and the art of graceful ageing

Started March 10th, 2020

I saw this in a group I follow on facebook. Such a beautiful poem and a powerful image. You may wonder why I post it here but I find it profoundly moving and thus a work of art. Furthermore, as I find myself getting older and having joined the #grombre & #silversisters movement to let my silver shine, at last, to let my true self be unveiled (at times tough but also a surprisingly rewarding process) I feel ready to start posting more about this and about my personal journey. Life is a work of art in constant progress, so there you are.... and now for the poem...
"How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.
When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.
When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.
When you know what it feels like to fail
and have gained the
to rise and rise and rise again.
When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
you’ve come so far.
I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking." 

~ Jeannette Encinias

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