Lately I’ve been feeling like an amphibian, like I’m living in two worlds, in that I inhabit young and old.  I know age is a number, but when one has a 7 followed by a 0, there is a sobering pause to digest. I feel young.  My heart dances lightly, and then there is the thought of that many years. When someone kindly commented that I was entering my eighth decade, again I had to pause.  That’s a long time, and my life has been rich and exciting, calm and nurturing, tender and stimulating, all separately and at one time.

Now, today, I find myself integrating.  I feel so tied with Little Keo as we both negotiate this new world.  I feel us entering a new life together, this little guy grandchild and Oma, me.