Monday, February 20, 2012

The Stories of a Wrinkle

I was going through a box of old photos trying to decide which ones I wanted to scan onto a computer file. In between snapshots of my son's hockey games and holiday parties at Mom's, I came across some of a trip I took to the Redwood Forest in California with Keith. I quickly concluded that the pictures did not adequately capture the grandeur of these giant trees. They literally touched the sky and had a circumference wider than an elephant's torso. I remember standing amongst these gentle land leviathans and feeling as tiny as the ants that ran along their exposed roots. After studying the photos for a moment I noticed the fissures and protuberances on the tree, which could easily be viewed as wrinkles. Each contour, adding to the wisdom, strength and confidence of a prominent gift from nature.

As I continued to thumb through my photos, I found this one. I took it while on a walk by a lake near my home. It's bark was smooth and soft to touch, almost calling for life to bring it an experience that would make an imprint on its character. Really, so precious in it's innocence and eager with a yearning to grow.

I couldn't help but compare these trees, one old and one young, to our conversation about aging with grace and acceptance. I sincerely do my best not to judge others. If tightening your skin through surgery makes you feel better, go for it, but I'm certainly glad trees weren't born with vanity. Nope. Fairies don't come out at night to polish their surface into smooth timber. Thank goodness.  Those redwoods have endured earthquakes, torrential rains and man's invasion. I want to view these stories told so eloquently through the resiliency of their facade.

So here's to the stages of life from the promise of a newborn to the richness of the elderly and all the years in between. The key, I believe, is to embrace and honor each phase.  


"Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and full in vigor. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well spent life."

Charles Dickens


  1. Peggy

    I love this blog! This is me, fretting about my poochy mouth, those droops in the skin that appear at the sides and slowly sink towards the chin. Maybe if I read your thoughts on a weekly basis, I can get past it. Thank you.


  2. Hi glad you stopped by. Here's to all us getting past that media pressure to be glamorous all of our lives. It's fine to want to look our best (unless, of course, it's Sunday morning - my day for no make-up and 10-year old sweats) but the extremes some go through to get a "chick" appearance seems a bit crazy. I really do believe beauty shines through confidence and an effervescent smile. Peggy

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