My face has caught up with my hair and I am not happy about it.

Since I was 14 years old I have had “old hair”.  At the beginning, my silver streak was a novelty and I loved the way it set me apart.  In my twenties it was a way to make me look older than I really was and gave me a certain “credibility” in business environments.  Of course then there were the couple of decades where it mysteriously disappeared…

When I finally allowed my natural silver hues to flow again, it was a badge of honor and very distinctive.  I still had a young looking face and the contrast was intriguing.  And then, like last week, I looked in the mirror…and just saw old.  Old hair, old skin.  Ugh.  No longer is the “erase minor lines” treatment appropriate – we are way beyond the minor line stage!  I have been bemoaning this new phase of my life ever since and frankly am feeling quite sorry for myself.

Last night I had the VERY distinct honor of seeing Mr. Sam Moore in concert.  Sam “Soul Man” Moore is 75 years young.  If you were to pass him on the street, you would think of him as a sweet, slow-moving old man.  But when he opens his mouth and sings, the years just melt away.  He is ageless.  His voice betrays none of its years and is as crystal clear and soulful as on his recordings from the 60s.

I was in awe of Mr. Moore and his agelessness.  It made me realize that when the true spirit of a person is present, there is no boundary of age or physicality.  The true essence transcends all of this world and invites your spirit to dance.

Perhaps I should just stay away from mirrors and spend more time in front of computer screens, letting my agelessness flow through the words I write.    If a man 20 years chronologically older than I can transform into a young man by utilizing his gifts, I’m all for it.  Sam I Am!