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.
Gramma -
ReplyDeleteSo hope that you are feeling better! I have many many seams, and have mixed feelings about them. The majority of them are from the rapid weight loss and while that makes me so proud, it also makes me not so excited about getting naked in front of anyone. ;-) Others are from the fact that I'm 37 and I feel pretty okay with those. I'm coming to town during the first week in May. I'll email you to see when you would be available to spend some time together. I would also love to see everyone. Perhaps I can get mom to host a gathering at her place.
Love you!!
I love this. It flows together seamlessly. Such a wonderful visual. I have many seams and wrinkles. Nice to be reminded that it is more than OK. It is life.
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Amy
I loved this and could just picture you in my mind as you noticed the seam and then sat there with your head cocked to one side pondering what it represented at that moment. You have such a lovely way of thinking about things and it opens my mind up to viewing the world in different ways and appreciating all of them! Glad to hear you are taking care. Love, Christy
ReplyDeleteParadox...so true Mumma, I find that more and more on this life journey and thank you for reflecting on the paradox and the seams...love the connection to stockings, WWII, another time...so glad you are feeling better and that I happened upon your post this morning...didn't check the blog for other postings when I wrote the other night. Thanks for the insights! Peace to your day...Much, much love...
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