Change

Change is good. I removed the photo of me that was originally placed on my header.
I decided to place one of me, that is more current.
The old one was taken in 1994. Whew that was 14 years ago. I had it made for my Mom for a Christmas Present, I had several made and gave to each of the kids.
However time has changed my looks.
Time has changed my body. My skin now has bumps and ridges and wrinkles. My neck looks like a turkey neck.
I have earned each line on my face. I have always been pretty vain but also part of me wants to just let it all go.
Part of me says, "You must look your best," Heck I am not sure what best is, any longer.
My hair is always in need of work. I have never been happy with my hair. I change it as often as I do my UH UH UH. something. Whatever! Some people stick with one hair style all their lives, Not me. I like diversity.
The photo in my header was taken a couple of weeks ago, while we were in Lassen Park.
I was walking a log. That is my true personality. I love to take chances.
I may be 62 years old outside but my mind says, "You can do it, go ahead, Walk that log, wade that stream, take that raft trip, climb that mountain."
Then I wake up and rethink a few of my decisions.
I could not get David on the log, all we needed was for him to slip and get wet or worse yet, Break something.
Now you have it, a current photo of me and my shorts and my camera, and my log walk.
I walked a bigger log in the lake, I just had to get closer to see what was growing out of the side of the log.
The old log has been in that spot many years, I am sure it was there in the late 60's when we made our first trip to the mountain. I am equally sure my children played on that log. Testing the waters, Testing the cold mountain lake.
A few years ago my grandchildren played on the same log and ran up and down the weathered gray body. They ran where their Mommy ran when she was a toddler and later as a teen.
At one time it was a huge tree, sheltering many forms of wildlife. Today it is gray and weathered and it many limbs are broken off. Like me it was trying its new roots.
It had been given a second chance at life, It was flourishing quite well.
It was taking in the sunshine, the water and giving life to the many organisms taking up habitat in the water and the many crevices in the body of the log.
So, like the log I may be gray and weathered but I still sustain life in my arms, (limbs). I love each moment I have in time.
What a great gift I have ben given, a gift of love and devotion to the ones in my care.
May I never forget.
May you never forget.