From Yeats’s poem
“The Song Of Wandering Aengus”:

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.


Aging is not merely about our bodies losing their poise, strength and self-trust. Aging also invites us to become aware of the sacred cycle through which all living things pass.

Time is the force that brings every new experience to the door of our hearts.