The other day I went for lunch with a woman I met a few years ago in Tokyo, a photographer I admire, (I mean, she shot the Rolling Stones!) she is in her 70ies, and just sitting across from her, my heart melted from all the love I felt radiating from her presence.
When she spoke, it was with so much joy, power and peace. It was like every word out of her mouth was laced with intention, strong and soft at the same time.
I had to hold back tears the whole time, she was probably wondering why I was such a choked up mess.
For most of my life, I had friends of all ages. A lot of them significantly younger than me. It’s something I was used to and didn’t question consciously.