Its written in our faces

A few days ago I had a dream that I was an old woman. I stood in front of the mirror and studied my aged face. I had shock white hair and other than that I was startled at my appearance. I was struck by the dream because I don't often have dreams where I reflect on my reflection. It seemed pertinent.

The way my life works is if I become aware of pertinent imagery, ideas or concepts then with little subtlety I become flooded with more of it. Its always interesting to note just what captures the mind's imagination for more exploration. For me, in the wake of our holiday season, I have facial lines and wrinkles as my most recurring themes.

I dogsat last week during Thanksgiving. I also decided to fast for the week. My gratitude for intentional cleansing.  Curled up with two french bulldogs, I read about the significance of facial lines. The aesthetician gave a symbolic synopsis of core essences engrained in the face lines. Smile lines, wisdom lines, they all made me feel happy to earn lines on my face because to her it meant I was a compassionate being.

Then today, day 3 of a 14 day Kundalini set, the video instructor described the face lines. The journeys of our lives and the maps imprinted on our faces. As winter approaches and as I learn more about my relationship to my wrinkles, I hope to open to more patience and acceptance of myself.

In Thanksgiving