inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Love
a poem and a photo of one of my grand-daughters both remind me of life… and remind me that I can be in love any time I open myself to life (easy to say, but shamingly easy to forget how to do).
by Mary Oliver
I wish I was twenty and in love with life
and still full of beans.
Onward, old legs!
There are the long, pale dunes; on the other side
the roses are blooming and finding their labor
no adversity to the spirit.
Upward, old legs! There are the roses, and there is the sea
shining like a song, like a body
I want to touch
though I’m not twenty
and won’t be again but ah! seventy. And still
in love with life. And still
full of beans.
Once upon a time … … …
I also turned cartwheels – my body remembers well, it just doesn’t actually do it any more.