ON BEAUTY UNRECOGNIZED
That’s my mom on the right with her sister Mary. Could you just die? Are we not so clearly in Florida, what with the vegetation and the pom-pom of blossoms in mom’s great mane of curls swelling with the humidity. She told me she hated her hair. She spent her life trying to flatten it, as have countless women for generations. But it’s wonderful. With the bright red lipstick and the pearls. Aunt Mary looking sultry… My mind goes to my friend Patricia’s book, The Diva Doctrine, her meditation on the years and decades and even lifetimes we waste not embracing our particular brand of beauty. We should all take a moment to pull out a picture of mom or gramma or whomever and vow not to waste one more moment not seeing the truth.
© i.e. ideas expressed 2011