The poem I chose for this post is a bit longer than usual. As a result, it will be both photo and quote for this week. The moment I read this poem, I fell in love with it and Mary Oliver. Worry is a reoccurring theme for me. I envy people who say they never worry. And then I worry that my faith isn’t strong enough. If it were stronger, surely, I would stop worrying.
Every time I think I have conquered my tendency to be anxious, something else comes up. It all comes flooding back. Cuts in Medicare, government chaos, the price of eggs, the threat to Social Security, my declining IRA. The list goes on and on. Mary Oliver’s poem adds additional worries to the list. Will I get rheumatism, dementia?
Occasionally, I can talk myself out of anxiety. As I become older, common sense sometimes prevails. Often, there is absolutely nothing I can do about whatever my concern is. It’s time to join Ms. Oliver and stop.
If you are one of those amazing people that never worry. I bow down to you in reverence. On the other hand if you, like me, fret over a million daily concerns. Give it up and go out into the morning Sing, if you can.
Peace be with you.
Aging with Grace 
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