It Beckons

What would ten-year old me have thought of my life, now that the end beckons? 

Child-me would be terribly frightened that I have had so many narrow escapes from disaster even death more times than I can count, would be amazed at the skills and equanimity that I have developed, embarrassed by my persisting personal flaws, delighted that I have had so many magnificent life experiences, and gratified that my innate kindness has persisted over the years.

They Say Stay Away From The Light But It Beckons

by  Annmarie Throckmorton, copyright 2024