To Tell the Truth/#SoCS

Which is to say, it is time for a little look in the mirror.

I photograph a lot of nature…yes, well, I just take lots of photos. The things in nature inspire me to reflect on human life as well-things such as beauty, death, love, hope, peace, anger, pain, Love….the list is endless.

I have been thinking about appearances, what we do to present ourselves to the world. There are those whose sense of themselves is defined (sadly) by what they wear, who they are with and if every hair is perfectly coiffed.

 

Always so lovely….

 

Then there are those who seem oblivious to convention, stepping out in everything from the outrageously interesting to the “what the hell were they thinking”-and beyond.

What defines beauty? Some peole seem so comfortable in their own skin that you might not even notice what they are wrapped in at all. Their essence shines through.

 

 

Others seem to be fading, but one can imagine what the potential is, what they once were. I work with a lot of elderly people and have arrived at the place where I am able to see beyond the wrinkles, appreciate the lines that represent their journey and feel great compassion for one who has made it this far in such a chaotic and often hard world.

 

 

There is beauty in aging, in death even. Like most things that point to our mortality we are often afraid to look them in the eye, afraid to accept, even embrace the inevitablity of our place in the parade of time.

Perhaps a magic spell, cast by the witch of good fortune and generosity, could keep us looking youthful, even as we march on.

To tell the truth, that really isn’t what I want for myself. I admit to always wanting to look clean, presentable and that I care for myself. This means hair done nicely (or in a ponytail), clean clothes and appropriately dressed for the occasion. Hubby says I am the best dressed gal in the Wal-Mart simply because I don’t have curlers in my hair and am not sausage stuffed into a pair of pink spandex leggings. And that’s on a mild day. 🙄 Halloween is loads of fun! And a bit of eye makeup is usually required, although when I am particularly confident I can leave it at home.

What I mean is that, aside from caring for my body with a good diet and fresh air, along with a few nice smelling oils, I don’t have any desire to alter the aging process with procedures, pills, peels, injections or potions. (The witch may leave the assembly now)

What about you? Can you leave the house without makeup? Will jeans do? Shorts and flip flops? Do you care what your appearance says about you? To tell the truth I do care that others think I care about myself. I don’t care if they think I am gorgeous or young or perfect.

Let me know what you care about in the comments, but tell the truth! And if you want to participate in Linda Hill’s  #SoCS  prompt, visit the link for the rules and find other fun posts. Now, if you’ll excuse me, to tell the truth I need brunch and am craving a bacon and egg sandwich.

Did I make the bonus, Linda?

 

Just me….