Murmurs from the past –
tied to a former identity –
question my social absence
I have divorced that life,
that self, and yet, memories
dangle, challenge my validity
Once facilitator, now I shy away
hidden behind the curtain of illness
could offer suggestions for gathering
have a repertoire of ideas, stashed,
no doubt out-dated – so much of life
having surpassed me, even old selves.
(Photo from private collection)
One Woman's Quest 
I saw this article on Tiny Buddha and thought of you. Forget Approval and Show Your True Colors http://archive.feedblitz.com/850672/~5939969/30234049/a5b3087433d8366de4cc8e1ecbac8297
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Good article. I am well over-the-hill, and over needing to be anything but myself, however; there is always that niggling anxiety…
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I am less active too now that I am in my 60s, but especially in winter. I hardly even read or posted blogs. I know it will cycle back, though.
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Let’s hope! Thanks for reading, and for the comment!
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Great poem. Age has lessened my desire for “social” activities … those murmurs do come now and then, usually followed by numerous excuses to resist.
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Good to know I’m not alone.
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