She probably has walked these weathered, cobblestone streets all her life, and today was no exception. I was drawn to her floral smock, layered with a crisp gingham apron. Pride in her appearance was apparent. Her wooden cane added just enough support to her bowed legs, and balance to her weary feet, as she made her way to the morning market.
I can only imagine the savory ingredients, on her shopping list for this evenings family dinner; pungent herbs, farm ripe vegetables, and perhaps a fresh hen to round out the meal.
There was a contentment and ease about her. Her strong, dignified presence and gentle demeanor convinced me she was content with her place in life. She was satisfied strolling the familiar streets, while running her mundane daily chores. Providing her family a nurturing and delectable meal, with the freshest ingredients gave her purpose, and that was enough.
The streets are filled with many wise ones, sages, that silently walk among us, showing us a calm acceptance to life.
How accepting are you of your life?
Live in color,