I Am Rare

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.

~ Sandra