Graying, weathered and worn
The young woman becomes the crone.
Salt air heals and she feels reborn.
Mother ocean now brings her home.
Ancient hands cradle a truth she no longer hides.
Her soul renews with the energy of the tides.
May all weathered souls find peace that will abide.
Be Well~Be Peace~Be Love
Sara Jo Holmes
February 2018
💛 My recent trip ‘following the sun’ brought me to these perfect places for contemplation, facing my truth, and finding new joys and beauty.
When I write, it frees my soul and opens me to new experiences and dreams for the future. I hope all of you will keep dreaming too🐚.
agratefulgardener 
Beautiful~ the words as well as the writer ❤
Thank you, Mary. I am honored💜