On this hot afternoon

I made peach jam

Not sure if it will set –

Pot bubbling beneath my spoon

I am an old woman.

And come winter, my jam , your cure

You will know I am a healer.

Now- I jump into the river

Swimming across the current- laughing

(And as I write this peach of a poem)

With only a towel around me- still cool

I am the young woman.

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Living the old chant are we…

“I am an old woman, I am a young woman

I am a healer and my soul will never die.”

Here’s to that!