"I AM NOT OLD, she said . . ."

I am not old . . . she said

I am rare. 

I am the standing ovation

At the end of the play.

I am the retrospective

Of my life as art

I am the hours

Connected like dots.

Into good sense. 

I am the fullness

Of existing.

You think I am waiting to be die

 But I am waiting to be found... 

I am a treasure.
I am a map. 

And these wrinkles are

Imprints of my journey.

Ask me anything.

Samantha Reynolds

 

     Aunt Lillian refused to let old age stop her from piling her grand-kids into the car, and driving down to California so they could see Disneyland! Or pulling off the highway to visit one particular Donkey on the other side of its' fence, which came to be a ritual each time she traveled down the corridor between Tillamook, Oregon, and Southern California. 

The three 'Espy Girls' (Florence, Helen, & Lillian) grew up in Kansas. Their story is an interesting tale! Now these amazingly strong and sturdy midwestern gals are gone. Their fascinating stories remain and I am so deeply grateful to have been able to hang out with my Aunt Lillian (who is showing me a bit of family history, here, which she found in Washington State!) We had the good fortune to visit often over a period when transition was afoot in many ways for us both. I remain deeply grateful for the nuggets and memories which we shared and co-created with that precious time.