“Age is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.”
For some reason this week I am drawn to the oldsters in the pasture. Young horses are beautiful, there is no doubt about that. Sleek and strong and full of life they are the true expression of vitality.
But it’s the old ones that pull at my heart.
They are my teachers, my friends.
They have the time to talk with me, listen to me and perhaps on good days, enjoy a little rock and roll.
Can you find the beauty in aging or do you want to turn from it?