Today is the day that I turn my age up one click. I’m 64 years old.  

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?!

As a young girl, these lyrics didn’t mean much to me. I would wonder why a grown adult would ask to be fed…guess I was too young to understand the question. Thankfully, in this precious, love-packed life of mine, the answer to the question screams YES!  And being “fed” has nothing to do with food. It has everything to do with what we do to show love to one another. Support, physically and spiritually…that’s being fed. Understanding my need to be a free flying soul…that’s being fed. Warmth when it is cold, in the form of a warm embrace when the world just gets too frantic, that’s being fed. Feeling the love flowing from me and to me like a symbiotic symphony. Nope the question answers itself. I am so blessed.