You Are the Sunlight in My Growing

 

 

 

 

Sometimes like Barnabas Collins lusting for Angelique, I feel it necessary to look at all these people I used to or still admire when they were in the prime of their outer beauty. Usually youth is all they needed for their presence to be so affective.  The energy and light in their eyes and smiles is so brilliant I just want to lick the screen.  Truly beautiful people are so unique and rare.  I also recall the few but amazing people in my own life that made me feel so spirited and lively.  Just looking at them or thinking of them sometimes can give my brain the sort of vitamin or boost it craves.  Makes me remember that it all still lives inside of me, I just have to let it out. (btw if you know how to let it out, give me a call)

 In the middle of winter when everything is dead and grey, the clouds are covering the blue sky and everyone is in triple layers on the street bundled and even more closed off then normal, you have to remind yourself that spring will come again.  I have to remember that everything isn't dying for the last time but just going through it's cycle.  I get so dark and macabre at this time of year.

 

I have to remember Cher's crooked amazing teeth when she smiled.
 I have to remember Mick Jagger's plump blushed lips.

I made a fat free Chef's Salad with Canadian bacon, boiled egg whites (but I wasn't too worried if some yolk got in there), tomatoes, radish, avocado, baby spinach, red onion, green onion and the best garlic, lemon mustard vinaigrette.  This was like a sacrifice to the gods for the promise of spring and energy and hope and youthful thoughts. 

I think when we were all very young and had all this spark, we weren't all that ready to own it. You can only prepare for that with experience.  So many stupid mistakes.  I had a thought that I wonder what it would be like to have your prime physical self once the spirit, soul and brain caught up. 

Hey, in a way, maybe that's what being 50 is!