by Elke Zilla
Oh, what a feeling— The joy, the luck of being in PV.
Puerto Vallarta—
A fascinating, captivating retreat where the art of life thrives with possibility.
Have no fear, diversity, community, act naturally here.
There’s room for every inspiration, orientation, charitable organization and thankfully —
The late, Heaven-Can-Wait—Boomer Generation.
¡Oye Como Va! ¡Estoy aqui; La Oma Living la Vida Loca!
CLARO QUE SÍ: THE SPIRIT OF THE OLDER SHE
By the grace of time go we—aged like fine wine and cheese.
Pour some Gouda on me.
“Schattepetat, if it ain’t Dutch, it ain’t much!”
My Oma used to say, while pouring a bottle of Beaujolais
It takes these two to make a great fun-due.
All you add is A Whole Lotta Love—and a shot of gratitude”
Claro que sí.
Horita Señoritas – Let us not linger
A favorite quote that Emmerson wrote:
‘Be ye not hindered, as we grow old our beauty steals inward’
But If Tomorrow Never Comes, Tonight’s the Night for fun.
Let us embrace this gift of time, enjoy some fruit of the vine,
And ignite—our own Celebration of Life.
With the passion of a Gypsy Soul,
Classic Rock and Roll,
The tease of Latin Pop,
The ease of Reggae Rock,
Hip Hop, Jazz and Funky—
And yeah… more than a little bit Country.
Claro que sí. May our truth be told, through the art of being old
Age is no excuse to wade and wallow in the shallow,
But to dive deep into the bliss of taking a few unique, creative risks.
It’s never too late to unleash your age, to take the stage—
To sing, to dance, to write, to paint, to cultivate
The essence, the chutzpah of a vibrant, vital inner presence.
Claro que sí.
There’s a goddess within this sage-ing skin—
part of an identity—
A wild and free, ageless kind of energy.
The spark of an ancestry that claims to be:
The one to whom we belong,
The one who has risen… above… a lifetime of living—
Into a place of inner wisdom and a Groovy Kind of Love.
Claro que sí.
She heals fragments of our history,
Old patterns that still cling to grief,
That we might feel the majesty, the mystery of her story—
Her fabric, her cloth;
A fiber of strength and soft,
That weaves through a tapestry—
All strands and seams of womanity
Gypsies Tramps and Thieves;
Claro que sí.
The Shakti Soul of Eve; the essence of receptivity
The mother, the womb of the Nazarene
The lover we assume as the Magdalene
The writers, the poets, the viragos that showed us
The misperceptions, misconceptions misunderstood
Salt and wounds of womanhood:
The radical but misperceived,
The magical but disbelieved,
The hidden and abused,
Forbidden and accused—
Ancient mystics, pagan witches—
Did you say: “Crazy bitches”?
Claro que sí.
The Spirit of the She, we were designed to be.
¡Salud! Here’s to you: my goddess sorority of loving authority
The treasure you seek… she’s seeking you.
Claro que sí.
