--M. Moezzi
I don't remember the context of this, but I like its sound. It makes me think of wrapping a gift. And even though the intended recipient is suddenly injured or worse, you finish tying the ribbon before rushing out. Maybe it's a way of preparing--a tiny moment of calm beauty.
Small, pretty things, like a curled ribbon or a wide satin ribbon, can calm or re-energize me. But if I don't pay attention, I don't always notice.
Glints of beauty are worth the effort even when and maybe especially when I'm quite ill. Even when everything seems pointless and dark, I can still tie a metaphorical or literal ribbon and plant a seed of wellness and contentment.
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday, May 2, 2016
The Most Beautiful Version of Myself.
--Sarah Addison Allen
Audrey Hepburn said that the prettiest are the happy ones. Happiness probably looks good on me. I have a photo I keep framed on my desk (It's also at Mom's house and in Josh's office--and it was in my office) because I look happy, and I do like the way I look in it.
Tension and fear probably age me. If I take Xanax when I need it, maybe it will help with that. For a long time, I couldn't relax my brow. It was furrowed even when I smiled. Now, it's smooth much more often.
I think my other blog expresses or draws out some internal beauty. That kind of writing soothes me, and according to the few comments I've received, soothes and inspires readers as well.
Josh is always enamored of me when we are at Michaels. Maybe marveling at and daydreaming about all I could do with those supplies makes me look pretty. Yes, it's hard to imagine someone who busting with marvel and wonder not looking good.
I feel beautiful when I make the people I love laugh.
I feel beautiful when I go somewhere with Josh or Bruce because they both seem pleased to be seen with me.
I feel pretty when I dress up for the theatre. I feel pretty just writing that sentence. And writing makes me feel like a carrier of beauty. Some strings of words are beautiful, and that feels like enough.
Wearing fun, sparkly makeup and lovely costume jewelry make me feel pretty.
When I feel pretty, I'm a little better at facing the world.
Audrey Hepburn said that the prettiest are the happy ones. Happiness probably looks good on me. I have a photo I keep framed on my desk (It's also at Mom's house and in Josh's office--and it was in my office) because I look happy, and I do like the way I look in it.
Tension and fear probably age me. If I take Xanax when I need it, maybe it will help with that. For a long time, I couldn't relax my brow. It was furrowed even when I smiled. Now, it's smooth much more often.
I think my other blog expresses or draws out some internal beauty. That kind of writing soothes me, and according to the few comments I've received, soothes and inspires readers as well.
Josh is always enamored of me when we are at Michaels. Maybe marveling at and daydreaming about all I could do with those supplies makes me look pretty. Yes, it's hard to imagine someone who busting with marvel and wonder not looking good.
I feel beautiful when I make the people I love laugh.
I feel beautiful when I go somewhere with Josh or Bruce because they both seem pleased to be seen with me.
I feel pretty when I dress up for the theatre. I feel pretty just writing that sentence. And writing makes me feel like a carrier of beauty. Some strings of words are beautiful, and that feels like enough.
Wearing fun, sparkly makeup and lovely costume jewelry make me feel pretty.
When I feel pretty, I'm a little better at facing the world.
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