out to pasture

                         

metaphor

                “Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten and my step become vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul – let my unformed childhood soul, as it ages, assume the rational and esthetic forms of an architecture,…

ripening

                  the heat stifles flowers wilt fruit ripens (as do I)    August is approaching          

imperfect and alive

            “Imperfection inspires invention, imagination, creativity. It stimulates. The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.”   ~ Jhumpa Lahiri            

dichotomy

          her days were a struggle between holding on and letting go