The above and poem below is by Samantha Reynolds, with photo credit to Ritta Ikonen and Norwegian Photographer Karoline Hjorth.

My Yoni

I Am Not Old
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 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.

Spend a moment gazing at the photo.  Consider the possibilities:

1. Who is your Yoni?  Describe.  Tell about a time you spent with her.
2. What does it mean to age?
3.  Who are you?  Do others see you as you see yourself?
4.  What lands on Yoni’s nest?  Who lives on (or in) Yoni’s head?
5.  You are rare.  A treasure.  A map.  What are you, and where have you been?