I am not old… she said I am rare.
I am the standing ovation At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective Of my life as art
I am the hours Connected like dots Into good sense
I am the fullness Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die… But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure. I am a map.
And these wrinkles are Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
~ Samantha Reynolds
Photo of Stefanie Lange
I saw this post on Facebook and could not resist sharing it forward here. In part, because I know a number of beautiful women with gorgeous crowns of silver but also, as my own mantle begins to show grey, to be reminded that I am rare... we all are rare... at every stage and age, though exceptional is the beauty that can only come with age.