We begin as seed
the idea of life
Aided by elements essential to thrive
we become what we are meant to be
In times of stress, turmoil, and destruction
we adapt, if only to survive, but still hoping to grow
The inevitable of life is death
The key to living is change
The joy is in making the most of it
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Hi everyone! Welcome to 50 Shades of Gray Hair. 50 Shades is my blog of life over the hill, where each day is full of delicious opportunities to earn another gray hair. I stopped declaring war on the gray when I began this blog years ago. Instead, I embrace and celebrate them along with whatever life decides to throw my way, with (sarcasm forward) humor and an optimistic eye to the future. I think. I hope? I don't know. At any rate...it's real, it's honest, it's full of 4 letter words, and it's me...on a platter. I sincerely welcome you all to my porch....♥♥Rhonda
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50 Shades of Gray Hair 
Magnificent – the words and the photos..
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Thank you Mim…seems the woods and the water have always spoken to me eh? xo
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Clearly you speak their language – and vice versa… xo
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Woo Hooo ~ Rhonda’s back and blogging xo
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Hahaha…love when you stop and drop your sunshine bombs on me Yvonne…xoxo
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Sunshine Bombs! I guess that’s better than raspberries! Giggle giggle…love ya!
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well…depends on the raspberry! xo
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The joy is in making the most of it… the joy is in making the most of it. Nothing’s ever easy, is it, SB? But there is joy in this tree, every leaf and branch, and even in the roots that never see the sun.
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It is true NB, nothing is ever easy. But then should it be? As with the life we appreciate more for the death…perhaps easy is hard’s reward. Without the one, would we recognize the other? I do find that the joy comes from recognizing it and making the most of things, all things, like that tree, that leaf, that branch, because I know it’s going to change, evolve, become something else. People, places, machines, plants, and animals…none can remain constant or they’ll rot and rust where they stand. Is the metamorphosis something better? Worse? Doesn’t really matter which, because whatever the change, I’ll be changing with it so I can keep moving forward. There are definitely times I wish I didn’t have to move or change, ‘adapt’, or witness unnatural changes around me, but as long as the essence of who and what I am remain intact…it’s a choice I’ll always make. As humans, we’re able to do that…choose. Nature is more black and white. Adapt or Die. Does any of this make sense?
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Change is good, and I’m glad we are able to adapt. It all makes sense, even though looking forward some things seem so daunting – until they’re hear, we’re through them, and then we’re done with them and they are just memories. Once they seemed so huge…
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tomorrow’s fears are today’s worries and yesterdays ghosts. just as today’s joys are tomorrow’s memories and yesterday’s hopes. there is no end to adapting.
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