I read it in my book of meditations last night before bed and it stuck with me all night. On a run this morning my friend asked me for a blow by blow of the eclipse since it was cloudy here and she couldn't see it. I have to say that one of the things that stuck out for me was how bumpy and imperfect the shadowed edged of the Earth was. To my eyes, it was uneven. Unlike a crisp crescent moon it was a little splotchy and seemed to waiver at the edges too, sometimes receding a little and sometimes surging forward. So much so that I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. That was what I was trying to get at in my post yesterday. It was sort of humbling and so beautiful in its imperfection, to watch this bumpy edge creep across the moon's surface.
I often find that imperfections make things more rare and real. I actually love the imperfections of the people I love, the crinkles along the eyes, the wrinkles, the birth marks, the scars. It's what makes them rare and real.
I have a pretty elaborate birth mark on my ankle. I've had it my whole life. When I was little I used to try to wash it off because it looks sort of like a smudge of dirt except that it has 20 or so freckles in it. My dermatologist told me it was called the constellation because, I guess, in a way, it sort of looks like one. My very sweet mother forgets about it though and tells me to wash it off when she notices it. For me that has always been a little hard because I keep inventory on the details/imperfections of the people I love and it's a detail she always forgets. It's okay though, sweetness is her strength, not details.
I look for rarities not perfections. I think the array of characters in my book reflects that aspect of me really well. And I hope other people love them as much as I do.
I often find that imperfections make things more rare and real. I actually love the imperfections of the people I love, the crinkles along the eyes, the wrinkles, the birth marks, the scars. It's what makes them rare and real.
I have a pretty elaborate birth mark on my ankle. I've had it my whole life. When I was little I used to try to wash it off because it looks sort of like a smudge of dirt except that it has 20 or so freckles in it. My dermatologist told me it was called the constellation because, I guess, in a way, it sort of looks like one. My very sweet mother forgets about it though and tells me to wash it off when she notices it. For me that has always been a little hard because I keep inventory on the details/imperfections of the people I love and it's a detail she always forgets. It's okay though, sweetness is her strength, not details.
I look for rarities not perfections. I think the array of characters in my book reflects that aspect of me really well. And I hope other people love them as much as I do.
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