Posted in Randomy Goodness, Reflective

Sight lines

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am

The Story by Brandi Carlile

I know that song is 10 years old. I heard it when it came out in 2007 and many times since. It’s really resonating now, and so it’s on repeat, for the foreseeable future.

Why? Several reasons. Today’s focus: the lines across my face…

As you may remember, I recently welcomed the white hairs.

Artist interpretation of possible future me

And now, I’m embracing the wrinkles.

I’ve loved my laugh lines for years. I’ve had them forever. The corners of my eyes crinkle several times a day, and often I’m the reason they do for me and for others. Not only do I welcome laugh lines, they’re a badge of humor honor.

The wrinkle-wrinkles? They took a little longer for me to get on board with.

I’m lucky — having good genes and a hatred of being in the sun — to only have wrinkles appear in the past few years. Some younger have many more.

I knew they would come and, when I bought my first reading glasses, I prepared for the March of The Aging to progress.

Brandi’s song helped me to accept that my face will crease. The Indigo Girls also sang about that happening for a good reason: With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face (that’s in Get Out the Map, y’all).

It took really difficult lessons to gain my first horizontal forehead wrinkle — I named it after my ex-husband. Some processing and healing time later, I re-christened it Wisdom. All others after will follow suit (like George Forman and all his kids named George).

My friend Bill says I earned the white hairs and I’m earning the wrinkles, too. I think he’s right. I don’t have that many Wisdoms, yet. I know I’ll get more, but I hope I’ll never look my age (people still ask me what college I attend… fun!).

If I get a lot more (or if I can’t seem to come to terms with all the Wisdoms), there’s always the option of viewing myself in mirrors from a distance and never viewing whilst wearing my reading glasses. Without the glasses’ magnification, the wrinkles simply won’t exist.

Out of sight, out of lines.

Posted in Randomy Goodness

Let it begin with me

peacedayposterYesterday was the International Day of Peace. I spent the day meditating on the idea of peace around the world and sending positive vibes into the universe. Sometimes it feels like one person can’t make much of a difference, especially with the amount of turmoil in the world. But I think each person can affect change. And with so many people doing so on this one day… imagine if the same people, and then others, and then even more, did something to affect change every day?

Now I don’t think everybody should work for the government and travel abroad to broker peace deals. But we can be aware and support charities that help in the ways we appreciate and vote for people to do the diplomacy on our behalf.

And there are things everybody can do, every day. It ripples you know. At least I believe it does.

Did you smile at people today? Engage them in conversation, even if it’s just hello/how are you? Did you do what you could to promote kindness? Did you avoid looking for things to be offended by?

Every bit helps. 🙂

One person can make a difference. Lots of “one person”s can make a lot of difference.

Peace to you!

Posted in Brief Epistles, Random Thoughts Thursday

Random Thoughts Thursday: Brief Epistles

  • Dear Local DVD store,

I’ve been in not once, not twice, not thrice, not, um, fourth-ice, but FIVE times, in the cold, in the rain, more diligent than the freakin’ postman, and do you EVER have Rachel Getting Married? Do you? No! I gave up Netflix for you. Netflix, where I get 2 movies for what you charge for 1. The lovely service that delivers to my door. I tried — I wanted to “buy local” and keep your cute indie doors open. But you have to meet me halfway. Since you can’t, I’m going back to Netflix. What can I say, they meet my needs.


Red-Envelope-In-My-Mailbox Lover


  • Dear Indigo Girls,

Please stop coming to town mere days after you put out a new album. I feel like I’m cramming for an exam, trying to learn all these songs in just a couple weeks.


She Who Keeps It On Repeat


  • Dear Kelly Clarkson,

Stop writing such catchy songs! My friends are sick of hearing that tune, in between Indigo Girls cramming sessions, over and over and over.

My Life Would Suck Without You… cause we belong…. together… now, yeah… forever united here…. somehow… yeah… See? I can’t STOP!


  • Dear Desperate Internet Guy,

Telling me “most women are just heartless” is so WAY the opposite of something to say to make me date you. Nkay?

I’m Just Not That Into You


  • Dear Dairy Queen,

Open already!



  • Dear Mother Nature,

Did you not get the calendar with the first day of spring noted in bold letters? Quit it with the wind and the cold. I am only wearing my hoodie from now on. Please stop making me look like an idiot.

Sincerely yours,