September 27

Today it is raining. Most of our rain in southern NM comes in the summer, but often lingers into September. We rejoice every time it rains, for the moisture is always needed.
I have pretty much given up any kind of strenuous exercise. (Never liked it anyway.) Even just doing ordinary things gets me out of breath and my heart beating, sometimes irregularly. I feel better when I don’t exert myself.
I always said exercise didn’t agree with me. I’m much better at reading, writing, imagining, and relaxing.

Poems for today:

age is when
humility knocks softly
at your door, asking
“are you ready?”
explaining gently
that you must now
relinquish ability,
appearance, yes,
and strength.

if you resist,
age will become
a home invader,
snarling and
until you bow
to its demands
and accept it.

loss announces
its presence too,
loneliness along
as friends and
family die
and resources

then you are forced
to look in the mirror
to see your
closest companion,
hoping that she
will like you and
make no


There once was a man from Ouray
who loved to eat garlic each day.
It was healthy, he said
as he climbed into bed,
but his wife said, “Oh please stay away.”


One thought on “September 27

  1. Dear Carolyn, I love your observations on aging – very apt! But there are always others around us in the same situation, and often in worse physical condition! I trust your are enjoying a good Lord’s Day. I am off to church in about 10 minutes. Love and prayers,l Elsie


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