THE HEART DOES NOT FEEL LESS
The guts does not cease feeling what your years would defy.
Age, is only a counting of years.
However what your coronary heart feels is innumerable and never relevant to any interval in time.
The guts doesn’t really feel much less, the childlike pleasure of a present that brings a happiness that makes our spirit wish to bounce up and down with glee.
The guts doesn’t really feel much less, the thrill one feels when a selected particular person lights that teenage-like thrill that sparks our inside teenager with infatuation. Although our age tempers the infatuation of our young-hearted being, it doesn’t dim the joys.
The guts doesn’t really feel much less, the fantastic splendor of Yosemite; the rejuvenating energy of its sanctity and magic. Although our our bodies could now not be able to trekking its trails or climbing its excessive mountained magnificence. Our hearts nonetheless rollick and revel ‘neath the cottonwoods and alongside the babbling chilly waters of the Merced River. Our eyes look upwards and we image a youthful self on the excessive paths, with dizzying views of the valley under. It’s exhilarating. Age has no bearing on our ideas. Our hearts take rein.
The guts doesn’t take pleasure in much less the infectious giggle of a kid, or the uplifting heat of a canine’s goofy smile and quick wagging tail. Although our years could forestall us now from sharing our world with a baby or a furry member of the family, our hearts embrace the laughing baby and the devoted canine with treasured regard and digital arms.
The guts doesn’t really feel much less, the inspiration of a brilliant dawning solar, nor the technicolor brilliance of a sundown. The guts does not really feel much less the heart-stopping arc of an orange-red harvest moon. Although our aged eyes could view these dimly, our hearts glorify nature’s works to our thoughts’s eye.
The years stay in and weaken our our bodies. However it’s the coronary heart that provides us life. And it’ll achieve this no matter our years; by residing in our spirit and in our soul.
The guts doesn’t really feel much less. And that, is ageless.
–Kathy A. Pippig
LIFE IS LIKE THE SKY
Some days, darkish stormy clouds slowly fill and transfer throughout the sky above – but beautiful beams of daylight will brighten and heat the earth under, via gaps between the clouds.
Life is just like the sky -” the drop down” – which brings shadows and shivery darkness, gentle and pleasant heat. The clouds and daylight, like strokes from a brush, drift over our physique, press into our soul and awaken our spirit… Life is like this.
The darkish clouds are too distant to the touch or transfer, whereas sunshine is mercurial and fleeting. Storm clouds will drift away. And evening’s darkness could give option to a day ablaze with daylight.
So, why dwell upon the storm clouds – they’re too distant to alter. Likewise, we can’t maintain on to a beam of deliciously heat sunshine – we will solely take pleasure in it. Take pleasure in it, and smile.
Life is just like the sky.