A Spring Meditation for the Non-Believer.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
That would be J.R.R Tolkien, Fellowship of the Ring. Mid 20th Century.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. Still working on that acceptance thing. One of the oldest residents here is 103 or 104. The youngest is maybe 64. This means if the young guy lives as long as the old guy – he will live in The Asylum for 40+ years. But then, if I live to 104 I’ll be in The Asylum 24 more years. Yikes. But that’s not going to happen. I don’t take very good care of myself.