musings from my happy place.

I do not lament a mis-spent youth, I lament my lack of youth, and would that I could have had one to mis-spend.

I am in love. Not, as in "with something", but that Love is present in me. For the first 40 years of my life, I never felt it that way.  I could love a thing. I could sometimes, but rarely, feel that someone/thing loved me. My inner life is much different now.