Seasoned

I used to claim, I'm just getting old til a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold. It does sound better. I must admit, but am still pondering which spices fit? Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air? Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares? Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all of those people who influenced me? Are those milder spices acquired with time, like a touch of coriander, or a pinch of thyme? I'm hoping to acquire a taste for sage as I could certainly use some at this ripe old age.

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 6/17/2023 3:59:00 PM

Ooh I love this, spiced just right! Tucking your fabulous composition into my faves drawer. xomo

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 6/19/2023 6:19:00 AM

Hi Sweet Maureen, It's wonderful to have you come and visit on my page. I miss you and Mr. Rico so MUCH. Hope all is well with that fabulous brain of yours and that you are not overstressing it. xoxo Nancy

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 6/17/2023 1:01:00 PM

I love the idea of being seasoned and not thought of as old. You’ve described the seasoning well, I guess we’ve all had our share of spice in our life. Fabulous poetry Nancy… Belle

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 6/19/2023 6:21:00 AM

Thanks Belle. I've come to the conclusion that it's a much more positive way to look at this aging process. We will be here until God is finished with us I guess. Have a blessed day.