Age, I’m determining, does not define me. Each new decade presents a different attitude and energy in regards to life, and sixty is but a new approach.

Naturally, the onset of a debilitating illness and all the losses I incurred, made me feel old and redundant, but I’m happy to say, I emerging from that stifling confinement. Embracing the new decade with hope and excitement.

Age was my wild card this week. To find our focus, I challenged us to look back over the past week or so of posts and find the repeated word.

It was interesting to see how different each of our ‘wild cards’ turned out:
landscapes, snow, winter, balance, age, hope, colour, hope, ago, sweet and whispers, love, and nature.

Naturally, I am tempted to weave it together:

Winter is the landscape
of this age, snow
the colour of my hope,
I balance whispers of ago
with sweet hope and 
the love of nature.

Would like to see what you can up with – leave your thoughts in the comments.

Thank you to all the creative geniuses who participated. Check them out:

Pictures without film
Proscenium
Stuff and what if…
MICHNAVS
Willow Poetry
parallax
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
one letter UP
Sgeoil
Prats Corner
Poetry for Healing

See you tomorrow with a new challenge!