"Etched on our faces and bodies are the signs that we have loved, laughed, lost and cried. These beautiful marks of time show that we have lived." ~Mama Hen 
Recently I have started treating myself to a manicure. It is something I never really did except when I got married and it takes a lot for me to "stop" and actually do something so pampering for myself. However, I am learning that it is a moment that I can relax, reflect and refresh my spirit. Today when I was at the nail salon I looked at the beautiful woman working on my nails. She is the one I have regularly. I like her because she exudes such warmth and kindness. She can't hear that well and her English is minimal, so I do not really talk much with her. This allo
ws me much time to contemplate. Today I looked at the lines etched around her eyes and neck. I stared at my own hands and arms and remembered all of the scars and the stories behind each one. There were by far many more freckles or should we say sun spots all along my arms and the signs of getting older could be seen in my hands. As I looked at her and then myself I really started thinking about all the laughter, tears and life that brought these marks of living onto our being. If each line could talk, what would they say? We all have a story to tell and the older we get it is important not only to tell them, but also to listen. After all, what more to life is there then our "story". No one else shares our marks of time, which makes them precious and us so unique.
ws me much time to contemplate. Today I looked at the lines etched around her eyes and neck. I stared at my own hands and arms and remembered all of the scars and the stories behind each one. There were by far many more freckles or should we say sun spots all along my arms and the signs of getting older could be seen in my hands. As I looked at her and then myself I really started thinking about all the laughter, tears and life that brought these marks of living onto our being. If each line could talk, what would they say? We all have a story to tell and the older we get it is important not only to tell them, but also to listen. After all, what more to life is there then our "story". No one else shares our marks of time, which makes them precious and us so unique. 
