You can see it in my eyes

The eyes are the window to the soul.

Deedle took this picture of me out in the yard the other night, and (besides the fact that she can work the camera) what amazes me is the look in my eyes.  You can really see the wariness that I feel these days.  Not "weary" as in "tired," but "wary" as in "suspicious or on guard."  (Though I am weary too! haha)

I look back a pictures from a few years ago and mourn the death of that girl I see there.  Don't be shocked -- that girl is gone, but it's OK.  It is the natural way of the world.  The Celts, in their lovely way of threes, describe the stages of a woman as Maiden, Mother, and Crone.  I am certainly solidly in the "Mother" phase now!