The beauty of being age 54 is not my figure or my face. It's in the broken places in my life. From the hurt and disappointments come understanding, compassion and love. I am able to reach beyond my sorrow and touch others where I see a similar agony. The Healing Chickadee, sweet bird that she is, comes from my heart to the heart of a child who has suffered the loss of a loved one. It's the gift of gold.
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