All Your Ages

My friend Will has a milestone birthday coming up next month so during our non-sanctioned though thoroughly necessary five-mile Cloverdale Pride Run yesterday morning (there aren't pictures but I wore Sid's rainbow skirt) we were discussing growing older and both of us agreed that we feel different than the ages on our birth certificates and then during a hike later on my buddy Steve and I (see above photo) were discussing something similar and both conversations reminded me of a beautiful essay I once read on Joanna Goddard's weblog. The words below these are from that.

My brain has "mental furniture" — poems and books and conversations that are part of me now. I understand how little old ladies can sit by the window and just remember the past. You're all your ages within one body.