“Ageing is just another word for living.”
Good morning, mirror. I can count on you to be truthful. This day may be young, but my face shouts geriatric. Reflections don’t need to speak to shout reality. You can be powerful. I watch and let what I see connect with my brain and heart so soon after Thanksgiving. Life is a precious gift. I think about gains and losses. People. Things.
One glance outside shows me trees with rough bark. When birds and animals visit a growing oak or maple, they don’t change the tree’s mind about what the species is, or why it doesn’t have leaves this time of year. I wonder, was my last storm worth fighting? Or would it have been better to wait it out? Wisdom discerns when to act and when to remain silent. Whatever I do, may I choose to do it, to be it, to act with as full a vision as possible. May I lose this notion that I need to be perfect to be okay.
Good morning, mirror. Good morning, fresh-day me. One more opportunity to make a difference.
terrypetersen 
Beautifully written!
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Living an authentic life is different for each of us. What I find energizing others find enervating. My belief system derives from a respect for all sentient life: veganism fills the bill. The monotheistic triad finds me closest to Islam. Once, while visiting a local mosque, I engaged in conversation with a Muslim friend. He informed me that I was already a Muslim, that I simply did not yet know it.
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Terry this is just the message I needed. Perfection often raises its ugly head this time of year. So many things to do and they all behave to be perfect. Thanks for he reminder.
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