one sweet women

Today on hippie hill on what was a nice day turned suddenly cold and cloudy (great weather to study the Nordic pantheon).  After a while reading and writing things down I noticed this women getting down by the drum circle with a large wheelchair.  A women got out of her wheelchair, very old and in ill health.  I was immediately piqued watching her, barefoot, putting on a shawl and slowly going into the midst of the drum circle and started dancing.  She danced for a minute then went back to her wheelchair.  she returned with a rose which held as though in a prayer.  After some time she went back to her wheelchair and grabbed her walking cane, and started down the road.  I knew i had to tell her something.  I gathered up my things and followed her down a trail where she had gone.  when i approached I said, "Excuse me." This sweet old lady turned to me and said, "yes?"  For the first time I could see her up close her tender eyes and smile, and the soul of an old sweet women.  Across her forehead was a headband of flowers that went around her head .  I said, "I wanted to thank you for dancing."  At which she said thanked me, and we parted ways.