We love hard, we feel bravely, and are so good at creating structure out of chaos.
I was very much reminded of all of this today.
We are beautiful.
I would like to share a piece I wrote recently published by Kim Baker Gomez.
A beautiful friend with a beautiful heart.
I hope that it reminds you, that you are beautiful too.
Las Lineas-the Lines
They tell you I have laughed more often than the average person.
They show you I have cried perhaps just the same.
They reveal the lineage of my brown skin and the resulting adaptability that lineage provides; keeping me looking younger than I actually am.
They do not fully reveal all those unwashed nights on the pillow, the lack of water, and sometimes excessive partying.
With that said, they fully reveal grace.
Las lineas. The lines. They speak for me in ways I can no longer recall for myself.
How can something so special, and unique to each of us, not be embraced?
But I have never viewed them as my enemy, and just as the lines on the palms of my hands have a path to reveal and a story to tell, they do too.
In my mind when I look in the mirror I see las lineas as love specific to the way I express it. Openly, clumsily at times, but never afraid to get up from the fall.
I simply do not see them as outward connectors to the negatives we are bombarded with about aging. I view them as positively beautiful connectors into the windows of my soul.
I look in the mirror and see the lines reaching into the corner of my eyes….so thin, and not quite noticeable at first glance of my face. Yet at the same time, my lines are so very much earned, and so very much filled with the strength of my experiences over the 37 years I have been on this planet.