Sea Glass (from Fish Creek)

Very quiet day at the farm. Not so much at home. With limited cell service, all we have been able to find out is that someone fired many shots at the building where my son and granddaughter work. Have heard no details who, why, injuries, etc. Both my son and granddaughter were working from home today. And theirs is not the only company in that building. Sounds like the shots were fired at the other end. More tomorrow. Stay safe, if you can. Our world is a crazy place. Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy the below poem.
“I want to age like sea glass. Smoothed by tides, not broken. I want the currents of life to toss me around, shake me up and leave me feeling washed clean. I want my hard edges to soften as the years pass—made not weak but supple. I want to ride the waves, go with the flow, feel the impact of the surging tides rolling in and out.
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I want to age like sea glass so that when people see the old woman I’ll become, they’ll embrace all that I am. They’ll marvel at my exquisite nature, hold me gently in their hands and be awed by my well-earned patina. Neither flashy nor dull, just a perfect luster. And they’ll wonder, if just for a second, what it is exactly I am made of and how I got to this very here and now. And we’ll both feel lucky to be in that perfectly right place at that profoundly right time.
I want to age like sea glass. I want to enjoy the journey and let my preciousness be, not in spite of the impacts of life, but because of them.” - Bernadette Noll