The way it shimmered caused me to pause. If the movement made a sound it’d be like the rhythmic lapping of the water caused by my body in the pool.

The slight breeze from the air conditioner vent caused a silver dancing curlicue in front of me as I drove.

I was captivated.

What before would prompt brooding, a sign of acceptance, I saw as beauty.

One or three thin strands of my hair, not brown but grey.

Dancing in my periphery.

I’m talking about turning 63 like it’s tomorrow and at the same time overjoyed to discover the biblical meaning of August, my birth month, is “restoration”.

I’m considering the bravery of not feeling old, instead feeling ready.

I have thoughts to share with others, I encounter people who engage with my story and with others whose plight tells me my story might bring comfort,

Might compel them to keep living

To keep growing older.

To continue and believe.

This month I’m leaving WordPress.

I’m thinking of change, of blogging about not just art, but my thoughts on faith on my art website. I’m tender over it.

I love my blog. Still, it makes sense as I acknowledge the overlap, the connection, God’s instrumental hand on my life. Maybe he’s calling me to simplify,

maybe he’s calling me to growth.

My writing and my art will abide together in the same home.

I don’t know which direction my art or my writing will go.

I just know I’m captivated by the glimmers.

Glimmers of hope

That say “keep going”.

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