I love my dawning golden years, the westward facing mindset of the setting sun. In some pagan traditions, this is the sun setting over the horizon of the ocean, the light of our life faces inward as we search our waters, our emotions, our life through the lens of meaning. I love listening to the music of my youth, as I think of what I thought I knew, of what I've learned, of lessons to pass to my children. I love watching spiderwebs comb through my hair as I gather the greys that count years.
@tippitiwichet I wish I was more at peace with aging.. 💕
@Jmaxwell319 I have a different perspective, as a young teen goth pagan, I spent literal hours meditating on the color black and the Death tarot card (and that is not the frightening card, the frightening card should be the Tower). I have expectations that my life is transitioning to the crone, something most people don't get to enjoy. I think that's a shame, and I fully intend to occasionally spot the internet with my perspective of celebration of this transition, in the hopes it is contagious.