"Money won't change you, but time will take you on!"

In my 20's. I felt very strongly about having a bedroom to myself, free of a husband or lover's presence unless I allowed it.  To me, it was the epitome of romantic/erotic relationships, guaranteed to stave off boredom and being taken for granted.  I also desired a relationship with a lover who lived within an hour's commute by air, or six hours by road.  The rationale was that during the week, our professional lives would be consumed by the attention we gave them, thus leaving us free on weekends and holidays to be completely absorbed with each other.  For example, my place would be in the San Francisco Bay Area, and his would be in Los Angeles.  I never achieved that goal.

Now that I live alone, my perspective has shifted, slightly.  I would love to have a companion whose wisdom and appreciation for me makes it easier to accept the changes that aging brings.  Someone whose company is lighthearted and non-judgmental. Someone with whom I can laugh about not being as fleet of foot, or the importance of eyeglasses, foods that become increasingly incompatible with the state of our teeth/dentures.

Most of all, someone who does not allow our mortality to cripple our plans to travel, to volunteer for community projects, to embrace each other's family members without being smothered.

Somehow, I followed my intuition (probably from my upbringing) to have a circle of friends of different ages, cultures, sexual orientation, but with the common bond of celebrating our African heritage.

I no longer work outside of my house.  Each day brings an opportunity to decide how I will use the hours presented to us. Each decision is made, taking into account my health concerns, as well as, my attitude.

Growing older can be managed if a plan to age gracefully, was initiated in one's 20's/30's by creating relationships with othek notrs of like mind and heart. (Caveat: everyone changes according to life's dictates) developing work not impacted by time/distance, and satisfies the soul and heart.  Paradoxically, the wisdom to prepare for old age only comes with old age!

To withstand circumstances, requires a level of courage that most of us lack.  For me, it is to keep moving forward and having the faith that it took for my ancestors to endure-- being uprooted, enslaved, transplanted, tortured, brutalized, dehumanized--and in their DNA, passed down to me.  It is my responsibility to honor their memory by using their example to leave a legacy of love, peace, joy and abundance.

Sharing my Dream with other Dreamers

My first published work: Cat-Eyed Woman From Louisiana

Available at:

Amazon.com and Northshire Book Store

 

SUBSCRIBE
VIA EMAIL

RECENT POSTS

June 3, 2019

May 21, 2019

March 27, 2019

March 20, 2019

Please reload

September 11, 2019

One of my favorite vocal artists was South Africa's Miriam Makeba, and one of her songs that has stuck in my memory, is "I Can't Cross Over," about a woman unable to cross the river to go into town.

My own experience of not being able to “cross over” happened on the mor...

June 3, 2019

Your leg across my hip anchors me,

Safe to soar in my dreams.

Nibbling my toes, then moving up,

Your lips smooth impressions left

On my body by wrinkled sheets.

Hands cradling slumber trapped

Behind my eyelids.

Gentle gaze entreats reciprocity,

I awaken, yet not fully free of...

March 18, 2019

Sometimes, the urge to satisfy curiosity leads us away from the safe and familiar into paths that may lead to tragedy.

August 6, 2017

For those who've asked what I'm doing, the following is a beginning draft of one of the short stories that I'm working on:

"Bending Time"

Once upon a time when time was simply measured by the beginning and ending of things, a child was born into a time and place where th...

Please reload

El Sueno Vivo @2017

This site was designed with the
.com
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now