CELEBRATE:

Away with Botox, calories, hair dye, & the paranoia of ageing. Look at your old bumpy feet as the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Those same feet have led you to where you are today. Those blue knotted veins in your legs are rivers flowing with your life blood, as precious as rivers that cross this planet. The wrinkles, pathways of life, maps of routes you have taken in life, some leading you to where you need to go, others misleading you making you re-track, but all carrying you through life. Round protruding belly, the cauldron that has protected your young many years  ago. Tired breasts, testimony to the nurturing & comfort bestowed upon babes & men alike, many moons ago, now grateful to be left alone. Sloping shoulders having shrugged off the troubles of the world now may rest weightless & free kissed by the waves of your silver hair. All your being wrapped in moonbeams, creamy as the old velvet petals of a fading rose, a beauty with which no bud can compare. Celebrate the wise beautiful crone you are.