Every day a chance to look into the mirror and see more of who I am. As the clock moves forward and I mark the passing of the days I see not the disappering of life but the continuous birth of something new. My face is etched with memories and they are dear. Even the painful ones. I have learned so much from the stories of my life. They have taught me how to be here. To be here in this place of my wise woman. I know myself through being willing to excavate the pain as it rises to the surface. Through pushing forward through the layers of emotions that would have been buried deep in my youth I find gems and jewels and to my astonishing surprise deeper and deeper levels of love. My body does not betray me as some would think. I do not see the losses when I look in the mirror I see the joy of discovery. I see the future. A future in which I get to use the powers and tools I have spent a lifetime collecting. I look forward to the journey.