the beautiful exodus {56}

Curt and I went to an antique mall looking for finds. I bought an old photo from the 1920s of a woman and her 4 daughters...she's quietly smiling while leaning into/kissing her child's perfectly styled head, shy for the camera. So totally not what women are today. She's practically hiding behind what she knows within her makes her lovely. I thought it was beautiful. And 3 vintage watches, that don't really work, but I thought of giving one to each of my sisters attatched with a note that reads "with you is the best kind of time". Or maybe I'll keep them for myself, since they don't tick. Who wants a watch that doesn't tell time? I do.

Tomorrow I'm thinking about waking up to sit in silence and watch the sun rise. Waiting to hear the whispers of God. In other news, on a lighter note, or the other hand, I'm loving my ridiculously long Repunzel hair. It is on purpose. Like most things I do.

I pledged to myself, when I woke up this morning, that I will always back out of things that make me dishonest. I think that's okay to do. I try to make even my hair honest. Ha-ha! It's long, it's weird, I sometimes don't brush it.

I also examined my face in the mirror today to see what I really looked like when I'm sharing a joke with friends. I discovered that I look like a North Pole elf mated with a squirrel and my face was their favorite child. Sorry Mom and Dad. I don't mind so much, I guess. Part of the magnificent peace I mentioned earlier is accepting even your face. And not needing others to say anything about it.

dolce love,

BC