We Came This Far to Glow

Recently I was introduced to the imagination of 62-year-old Kelly Boesch, a professional graphic designer turned viral surreal AI art, music videos and animation genius. I fell in love with one of her music videos and have included it in this Snippets for your pleasure. The words inspired me so much that I have offered them as this month’s article. Her AI characters in her collection of videos capture the feeling of beauty at any age and bold visuals for enjoying an active life, offbeat surreal embellished characters and an allure toward attractiveness, fashion, hair and costumes and women, men and a variety of creatures in movement. In this offering, I suggest you let go of any judgment and dance with her imagination. Enjoy! 

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WE CAME THIS FAR TO GLOW

“Honey, we didn’t come this far to disappear. We came this far to glow. We came this far to glow. Still soft, still strong, still walking like a song. The years didn’t steal our light; they showed us where it belongs. Out where the highway touches sky, I feel my whole life walking with me. Red on my shoulders, gold in my hair, blue silk moving wild and easy.

I wore the rain, I wore the goodbye, I wore the quiet like a name. Now every color on my back says I made it through the flame. No borrowed youth, no painted disguise, just truth and a little wild in my eyes. I still got color in my soul, still got fire in my walk.

These wrinkles are my runway lines, watch me turn, watch me talk. We didn’t come this far to fade; we came this far to glow. Put the light upon our shoulders, let the whole wide world know. Glow, glow, honey, glow. Soft as the sunset, strong as the road. Glow, glow, let it show. We didn’t come this far to fade; we came this far to glow. There’s a silver beard in violet wool, standing calm against the wind. There’s a yellow dress beside the sun, laughing like life began again. Old photograph in a cedar drawer, two young hearts by a screen door.

I smiled at them, they smiled at me, love grows older, not poor. No need to race what already arrived, there’s a whole lot of beauty in a well-worn life. I still got color in my soul, still got fire in my walk. These wrinkles are my runway lines, watch me turn, watch me talk. We didn’t come this far to fade; we came this far to glow. Put the light upon our shoulders, let the whole wide world know. Listen. I wore black to too many goodbyes, now I wear red because I’m alive. I wore doubt like a heavy coat, now I let the wind decide.

I learned to turn a scar to velvet, learned to hold a broken heart with style. If you’re sixty, seventy, eighty and more, darling, stand there for a while. I’m not old, I’m gold, honey. I’m not done; I’m just becoming. I still got color in my soul, still got fire in my walk. These wrinkles are my runway lines, watch me turn, watch me talk. We didn’t come this far to fade; we came this far to glow. Every mile put rhythm in our steps, every loss taught love to show. Still soft, still strong, still walking like a song. The years didn’t steal our light; they showed us where it belongs. Honey, look at us now. Still here. Still beautiful. Still becoming. We didn’t come this far to fade. We came this far to glow.”

With love for imagination,

Hilda 

We Came This Far to Glow Youtube link