On One Knee

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I have dozens of marks on my body. Some, like my ‘bruise’ birthmark and freckles, are natural. Others, like my crinkle lines around my eyes and the sun spot on my cheek, are the natural result of aging.

Sometimes body markings are intentional. My tattoos, for instance.

But while tattoos are “the scars we choose” (to quote Jennifer Nettles) – and can be quite memorable in the making – there are also other scars we incur, simply through the act of living.

The most memorable of my ‘living’ scars is the one I acquired the day I got down on one knee.

No, not to propose. 😉

But I definitely got down on my knee.

Twice.

And I scored a homerun.

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Strand(ed) Jewel(s)

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long swoosh of pearl-and-jewel strand necklace seen from upward view of woman's nude torso

As may be evident to those of you who have been following my Sinful Sunday photos over the past few weeks, I had some photo fun with jewelry recently. In looking for inspiration for the ‘i’ prompt (the first Sunday of each month, the host of SS offers a prompt), I raided my jewelry box and found inspiration in the various strands of faux pearls (among other things) found there.

I may not be the girliest of girls, but I *do* have a magpie’s eye for shiny things. I have a habit of rescuing lost sparkles and stranded blingy things wherever they may be found. (Quite often they are found on thrifting expeditions, which have been an inaccessible indulgence in recent months.) And jewels – both faux and f’real – always catch my attention.

I wonder if this little jewel has caught yours?

😉

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Embracing My Oldness

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I think he just likes to be close to me — especially when I’m naked — so it comes as no surprise when, as I’m lotioning after my late-morning shower, he crowds into my tiny bathroom to talk to me.

He inspects his shaggy ‘do as he speaks, stroking the scruff of his beard and looking at his reflection with quizzical fascination. He’s sporting “the full corona” (as I’ve come to call it) and has not had a hair cut – due to lockdown restrictions – since January. So in addition to the hair in his beard — which is growing out in a patchy pattern of gray an white — he is growing out the hair on his head to lengths he hasn’t seen since his late teens.

He looks a bit like a cross between Merle Haggard and The Absentminded Professor.

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Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir — Prompt #4

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PROMPT #4 — RUN

Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it.

Oprah Winfrey

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Run: It is a myriad-meaning word, one that pertains to mechanics as well as to business, to sports and to nature, and to realms both physical and mental. Water runs, appliances run, numbers run (think: finance), ink runs, animals run, and on the human body one may find legs that run and a nose that runs — occasionally at the same time!

And, oh the fun we can have with compound words!

  • You can run away (verb) or be a runaway (noun).
  • And a runaway horse (adj) can run away (verb) with you. 😉
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