Wednesday, April 16, 2008
In yesterday's post discussing mutants - I drifted off into life's changes and opportunities for growth - maintaining the idea that we are all "sort of mutants" in our personalities and physical bodies.
Continuing in that vein, the subject facing me squarely in the eye these days is that of aging.
AGING - From the American Heritage Dictionary 1. To grow older or more mature. 2. To bring or come to a desired ripeness.
Mutant in my mind, as it relates to aging, is that obviously we cannot stay the smooth-skinned, unlined infant, or young girl. We cannot even stay the slightly, "faint-wrinkles beginning to show" young woman in our thirties. The forties, oh were we paying attention then to how beautiful we were(?) and the fifties......well, you get the drift.
I have begun, with interest, to observe aging in a new light - noticing women around me in their 80's and 90's whom I consider very, very beautiful. They are not smooth skinned nor perfectly shaped (whatever that is) nor do they yearn for those features out of all proportion as what they know to be possible. They relax in their skin, they laugh in their love, bask in the adoration of spouse and family, and rejoice in their minds being quick and as marvelous as ever!
They have "mutated" (or perhaps transformed might be a better word) from smooth-skinned , precious women into mature, sophisticated, intelligent, worthwhile human beings to be admired and honored by all.
What a unique opportunity it is for those of us entering into our last quarter-century (wishful thinking) to engage in self-appreciation, self-preservation, dignity and love of life, while bequeathing those same attributes to those we love and know.
As a last thought, the little rosebush in the photo was on its way "out" when I decided to capture just one moment of it on film. I rather think that the mature, wrinkled, and yellow around the edges blossom may hold beauty in its aging and perhaps even more interest in its very ripe maturity:)
photo - Sunrise Sister