Love is in the heart of the observer
There is an old saying that “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Margaret Wolfe Hungerford is said to have first coined the phrase. This is to say, what we see , feel or think, is our personal perspective. Somehow, we humans have come to an agreement that beauty should look a certain way. Billions of dollars are spent each year attempting to keep our physical youth. Wrinkles are to be dreaded. Gray is to be colored, black, brown, blonde or red. Slim is to be preferred over heavy. We hitch up our pants, tuck in our shirt, straighten our blouse or tie. To be neat is ranked higher than not so. I am not here to say, which is preferable.
I was looking in the mirror awhile ago and saw all the wrinkles of too many years in the sun. I have always loved wrinkles. The actor James Whitmore had one of my most favorite faces. His heavily lined face told so many stories. Perhaps we could see wrinkles as a badge of honor. Images of a life well lived, rather than always trying to hide them.
I just took a nap and came back with this thought. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think “I am getting old looking” Wrinkles are also a sign of aging. We may associate wrinkles with the end of our life. So there may be a built in fear of these creases, being the sign of our demise. However, we could also look at our crevices and say “wow”! Our face is a symbol of the journey our of life. A snapshot, perhaps of all the adventures we have taken along the way. I would rather have us focus our minds and hearts on our inner beauty.
Let us celebrate the beauty of our life’s pathway, and look in the mirror and say “Thank you” for every moment! We all have esp, extra sensory perception. I also believe we have, Eternal Spiritual Perspective. Our souls see through our blemishes, scars, brokenness, only to see the real beauty From my observing heart to yours, Thomas
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