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Articles, Poems...etc.
by Sharon Rose Poet
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A little Beacon Shone into the break of day
To chase out the dark and Light the world its
way.
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I
dedicate this poem to all of humanity,
through these
difficult times on our
shifting planet.
World I See
by Sharon R. Poet
What kind of world can
my weary eyes see?
What kind of world must come to be?
A world
where Love is valued most
And genuine Heart is the constant
host.
A world where we pick up our paces
To lift broken
people from wounded places.
A world where we survive the
Storms.
And Love is birthed from all that gets torn.
A world
where the void of greed and hate
Is filled with Love by the hands
of fate.
A world where all is in a state of repair
And none are left in deep
despair.
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Does Our War Against Aging Prevent Us
From Enjoying the Inevitable
Process?
by Sharon
R. Poet
As I
turned forty in a world that drools over youth, I was forced to step back
and take a deeper look at myself, at my relationship and at the rest of
humanity, on the subject of aging. I looked at the way I'd started
streaking my hair, in order to hide rapidly increasing numbers of grey
hairs. I looked at the way I frowned every time I glanced in a mirror and
saw wrinkles peeking through the makeup I'd just started wearing again. I
looked at how painfully degrading it was to feel like I was 'not young
enough', 'not attractive enough' and ‘not desirable enough’ for the man I
loved. I looked at how this dread of getting older cast a dark shadow over
my whole life. And I looked at how this feeling was being fueled by the
opinions and behaviors of most of the world around me. The LOUD and clear
messages were, “Growing older means becoming unattractive, unlovable and
undesirable” and “We must hide our age!” As this seeped into my
breaking Heart, I felt the core of how horribly dysfunctional we are, in
this area. Most of humanity seems so ashamed of aging, and so hung up on
youth and what we LOOK like, that it no longer seems to matter what we ARE
like. Wisdom seems to be taking a back seat to vanity. And as I fully
realized this, I felt ashamed of being part of such a shallow
existence. It suddenly seemed too damaging and completely
ridiculous for us to waste so much time, energy, money, joy and
contentment while fighting the natural process of aging, even though it’s
going to continue happening anyway. This was a real turning point for me.
I literally chopped off ALL my highlighted hair and started honoring my
age by letting my grays freely grow.
Now, nearly
a decade
later, when I look at the grey stripes in the sides of my brown
hair, I smile more times than not. I'm beginning to feel proud
of my lengthening streaks of Wisdom - this proof of the time I've
served on Earth. Sometimes it even seems like, the more I enjoy my gray
hairs, the more enlightened I feel. This may sound like a joke. But I'm
not kidding! Yes. I have days when my confidence staggers. There are days
when I aim for a bit of make up, especially when I want to hide the tired
circles under my eyes. But that's mostly due to my wanting to cover the
effects of my physical illness. Most of the time, I'm enjoying growing
older and letting it show. I'm finding this process more empowering than
depressing. And I'm aiming to reach the point where
I can feel good about growing older and wiser 100% of the time. I want to
be showing off my grey hairs everywhere I go. . .for the rest of my life,
because I Truly AM OK the way I am. And so are
you.
Wouldn't
it be wonderful if it were Truly OK to age? No more gray hair coloring! No
more bald spot hiding! No more wrinkle removals or droop lifting! No more
shame of what is going to happen to all of us anyway.
Can you imagine the extra joy and contentment,
which will settle into our Hearts, into our relationships, and into our
world, when we let go of our foolish fight against aging and
finally grow to the point of not preferring the look of youth on ourselves
or anyone else? I think that any man or woman, who can PROUDLY wear their
age, deserves a huge pat on the back. And I'm looking for mine.
I
dare you to join me - to help bring more contentment into our
world.
Aging
by Sharon R. Poet
I stood in the line where every body goes,
To fix the aging form of skin,
hair or nose.
But strong as stone, I stood as I studied my
reflection,
And found these words, I felt, in my body's deep
rejection,
"Each
crevice built for tears - these wrinkles on my face,
Are proof of precious years that NOTHING can erase.
In the grey of my fine hair, I sometimes see a glow.
Please handle it with care and let the
magic show.
The sparkle in my eyes grows brighter every
day.
Please don't cover it up. Don't take that away.
Every blemish, bump or sag, in the eyes of the weak,
May make me a hag. But HEAR these words I speak.
I want to remain human - the
Truest kind of all.
Don't stretch, tweak or fix me. I don't want to
be a doll.
I may not fit in, because of how I feel.
But I don't want to change. So, let
me just be REAL."
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