By the time we hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons.

We have found out that only a few things are really important.

We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves.

~ Marie Dressler

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  • jude angelo  On September 25, 2010 at 3:22 am

    one of my very favorite poems from that i thought i understood at 40 ;->…

    Stepping Westward

    What is green in me
    darkens, muscadine.
    If woman is inconstant,
    good, I am faithful to
    ebb and flow, I fall
    in season and now
    is a time of ripening.
    If her part
    is to be true,
    a north star,
    good, I hold steady
    in the black sky
    and vanish by day,
    yet burn there
    in blue or above
    quilts of cloud.
    There is no savor
    more sweet, more salt
    than to be glad to be
    what, woman,
    and who, myself,
    I am, a shadow
    that grows longer as the sun
    moves, drawn out
    on a thread of wonder.
    If I bear burdens
    they begin to be remembered
    as gifts, goods, a basket
    of bread that hurts
    my shoulders but closes me
    in fragrance. I can
    eat as I go.

    Denise Levertov

  • intentional50  On September 25, 2010 at 5:36 pm

    I remember reading this poem in my twenties and loving the sound of the words, but knowing that I wasn’t really old enough to understand the meaning yet. Thank you for bringing it forward, into this time when I am learning how to “eat as I go”.

  • Gina  On September 26, 2010 at 9:21 pm

    I remember when I turned 39 I had you and several other friends join us for dinner. I wanted to pick your collective brains about this year before 40.

    You all gave me good advice and strengthening words to hang onto. This is a good process. We are all gathering time together.


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