As I was beginning a painting a few days back, I read something off to the side that said “Look in the mirror for 1 minute and write down everything you remember that you see.” Yikes! Scary thought…. Tomorrow I will be 37 and when I think “age” different words come to my mind than when I look in the mirror and I think “accomplishment” and see who I am.
Ok, so we have already established through posts of the past that I am list maker. What I find interesting about the task I gave myself is that I started by writing down actual features and watched the features turn to emotions and actions. My one minute staring contest with myself turned into a self-portrait.
- Green Eyes
- Fine Lines
- Chubby Cheeks
- Dark Hair
- Rosy Cheeks
- Regular old lips
- a bigger nose than when I was young
- Interesting features
- Keeper of Secrets
- Questions and Answers
- Private Sadness….
Her tired eyes always tell a story
each new fine line leading to a new tale
to tell the new souls which enter daily.
Some point downward
creating pathways for tears,
While more frequently they aim
straight toward her crazy imagination
where she has learned to create her life
Through generosity and forgiveness.
She smiles through lips which can reveal
a history no one has privilege to without her.
She has become a family treasure.
The weight is heavy but she will take it.
It is a gift handed down to her.
She has realized she is worth something
More to herself than anyone else.