Thursday, August 9, 2012


"Inexorable" was the word that came to my mind as I contemplated today's date and my having arrived at this point in time.

My first acquaintance with the word inexorable occurred in my UMD English class when I was a freshman in college. Or it might have been a word in one of Robert Frost's poems. It's a word that, over the years, I have repeated silently to myself, letting the syllables roll over my tongue: in-ex-or-a-ble. It sounds so profound.

Inexorable means something cannot be prevented or stopped. The passage of time is inexorable. The arrival of old age is inexorable.

One of the great things about living many years, is the many priceless memories. Because of my many priceless memories, I am a "wealthy" woman today.

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