I am on my fourth day of the flu. It is not a severe case but I have been taking very good care of myself. Due to the pain level I have been living at for the last 8 months (and not taking any pain meds) I have been very tired. I am using this period of having the flu to get a good rest before going back to my normal routine. I am also not spending a lot of time in bed because I have a cough and congested chest and do not want to invite pneumonia. The computer is being a great resource of entertainment and brain sharpening and creativity. I have once more reorganized my space in Farmville (creative) and have played some Bookworm Adventure games (brain sharpeners).
This morning as I was getting out of bed I glanced down at my leg. It appeared to have a seam running straight down the center of the front. In my nightgown with bedhead I felt like an old floppy doll (but one very much akin to the Velveteen Rabbit (very timely image). My mind then jumped back to my college days during WWll when we wore nylon stockings with seams down the back. One fashion obligation was to keep one's seams straight. And so on to more thoughts about seams.
I pondered how it is that 'seamlessly' is used in a positive manner. For me the meaning is that whatever one is attempting it is more valued if it just flows - no effort, no stops and starts (seams then needed to hold it together). No question that this feels wonderful when it happens but it does not seem to be how we humans function very much of the time. Our attempt's
are filled with starts and stops, struggles, successes and failures. Lots of seams.
My 'seams' this morning seemed to reflect exactly that - a sort of map of exploration, discovery, ups and downs - far from seamlessly.
And wrinkles are sort of like seams. As we lose elasticity and oils we begin to shrivel and make what look like lots of little seams. Many in our culture get these 'seams' erased through plastic surgery. I have tried to honor the aging process by allowing it to happen. I want my face to reflect my own hands and not the hands of someone thirty five or even fifty-five. I want my aging process to be seamless while still manifesting seams. Paradox. It is where we always find the good stuff.
I will leave you the reader to meditate on your own 'seams'. Bless them - they are your LIFE.
Just some random thoughts - like Jen's blog today - on a serene and beautiful Tuesday in Scottsdale AZ.
This morning as I was getting out of bed I glanced down at my leg. It appeared to have a seam running straight down the center of the front. In my nightgown with bedhead I felt like an old floppy doll (but one very much akin to the Velveteen Rabbit (very timely image). My mind then jumped back to my college days during WWll when we wore nylon stockings with seams down the back. One fashion obligation was to keep one's seams straight. And so on to more thoughts about seams.
I pondered how it is that 'seamlessly' is used in a positive manner. For me the meaning is that whatever one is attempting it is more valued if it just flows - no effort, no stops and starts (seams then needed to hold it together). No question that this feels wonderful when it happens but it does not seem to be how we humans function very much of the time. Our attempt's
are filled with starts and stops, struggles, successes and failures. Lots of seams.
My 'seams' this morning seemed to reflect exactly that - a sort of map of exploration, discovery, ups and downs - far from seamlessly.
And wrinkles are sort of like seams. As we lose elasticity and oils we begin to shrivel and make what look like lots of little seams. Many in our culture get these 'seams' erased through plastic surgery. I have tried to honor the aging process by allowing it to happen. I want my face to reflect my own hands and not the hands of someone thirty five or even fifty-five. I want my aging process to be seamless while still manifesting seams. Paradox. It is where we always find the good stuff.
I will leave you the reader to meditate on your own 'seams'. Bless them - they are your LIFE.
Just some random thoughts - like Jen's blog today - on a serene and beautiful Tuesday in Scottsdale AZ.
