
I
have tried every prayer practice and every moisturizing, wrinkle-deleting cream
known to man, and still I seem to be losing an inexorable battle with gravity
inch by inch, year by year. Yes, I could
get a face lift, but then I feel I would be erasing some of my history. After all, I may not be thrilled with
wrinkles, but I did earn them. I can remember some personal losses that
popped out a new, facial crevasse or two.
Worry and grief are costly, and they remind us that we may be spiritual
beings but we are also subject to our humanity as well. This, too, is an unavoidable life
progression.
Is
there a magic bullet, something that will smooth out my smiling face and make
me a girly-girl again? Maybe the search
for magic is the problem. There is
nothing magic about living a full and honest life. There is nothing magic about growing into
ourselves either. Some wag once said
that growing older is not for sissies, and that wise one was right. Enough looking for the magic bullet
already! I’ll just keep laying on the
lead-lined sunscreen, appreciate where I find myself and remember that I have
more life to share than ever.
Find more about Margaret at:
www.margaretstortz.com or http://margaretstortz.blogspot.com
Find more about Margaret at:
www.margaretstortz.com or http://margaretstortz.blogspot.com
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