“Secrets of the Fountain of Youth” (Keeping Young)

walkI had an epiphany today; not an earth shattering one, maybe just a little tremor. But tremors cause shifts and something caused a shift in me.
I live around the corner from a park with a walking track. Like countless others, a nice day brings ambitious plans for walking back in shape. This weekend, I had my winter coat and hood on in Gettysburg; I think the wind around my farmhouse was about one hundred miles per hour, give or take a few.
Today, it is summer. I took my grandson and daughter for a walk around the track. Walking behind, was an elderly man, bent and crooked with age, his knee bandaged. Obviously, walking was his therapeutic regimen to ward off stiffness and immobility. I nudged my grandson over to the edge of the track to keep out of the elderly man’s way. He trudged by, seemingly oblivious to us.
Later, at the swings, I watched this old man spring to life in front of my eyes. A group of teen age girls, possibly the track team, were sprinting by. His voice and laugh echoed around the track as he
flirted with these girls, each, easy on the eye.
I remarked to my daughter, well, that sure sprung him back to life. And indeed it had. And I realized why.
I had treated him like an old man, carefully moving out the way. They had laughed back, maybe only to humor him; but, still enough to ignite a little spark inside his youthful heart.
I had made him
feel old, probably more than enough of his family and friends had. These girls had made him feel young. And that was the epiphany.
Looking for the fountain of youth……
Ever watched the murky, scummy waters of a stagnant pool…..
Ever watch the crystal droplets of a moving fountain in the sun…….
Get the picture…….that, and maybe flirting with a few pretty girls along the way.
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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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