If this is Sunday, I must be in Sydney….

I left the Hill on Wednesday and will visit four cities before returning to Adelaide and leaving for Nepal.  A lovely, albeit busy time, of reconnecting and sharing.DSCN0121

And while journeys have allowed significant time for reflecting, there’s not so much time for writing. So….some favourite quotes and a photo or two – some flowers made using soothing Placid Blue and lotus buds to give the Samunnat ladies.

Over the last few days travel, I couldn’t believe how many women had obviously had plastic surgery. There is such a sameness about them all, a homogenised look, and (IMHO) it isn’t beautiful.  Ursula Le Guin so wisely says:

Beauty always has rules. It’s a game. I resent the beauty game when I see it controlled by people who grab fortunes from it and don’t care who they hurt. I hate it when I see it making people so self-dissatisfied that they starve and deform DSCN0118and poison themselves. Most of the time I just play the game myself in a very small way, buying a new lipstick, feeling happy about a pretty new silk shirt…[or wearing really fabulous jewellery. Ed]

Maybe it was because I was going to a school reunion that this resonated:

…I look at men and women my age and older, and their scalps and knuckles and spots and bulges, though various and interesting, don’t affect what I think of them. Some of these people I consider to be very beautiful, and others I don’t. For old people, beauty doesn’t come free with the hormones, the way it does for the young. It has to do with bones. It has to do with who the person is. More and moreDSCN0115 clearly it has to do with what shines through those gnarly faces and bodies.

Resilience, authenticity, courage in a face is more beautiful to me than a fine nose or full lips.

As Brene Brown says in The Gifts of Imperfection, authenticity is letting go of who we think we are supposed to be and embracing who we are right now.

Last week, when I tentatively practised embracing who I am right now (instead of the me I thought I was supposed to be) I could finish a task that had being hanging accusingly over my head for months.  Embracing the fact that I was a passionately enthusiastic volunteer who could ask for help (yup! revolutionary idea that one!) and not waiting until I was the fabulously computer literate graphic artist I thought I should be allowed me to get the job done.  It was good enough!

There is less evidence of plastic surgery in Nepal but the phenomenal sales of Fair and Lovely whitening cream suggests that the pursuit of idealised perfection is just as strong. Oh that my grand daughter could live in society where true inner beauty is valued, diversity celebrated, the weathering of age seen as signs of a long life well lived.

PS See Zed Nelson’s Love Me for more food for thought.  And Brainpickings for a cracker read every Sunday!



8 thoughts on “If this is Sunday, I must be in Sydney….

  1. genevieve

    Thank you for being my very far away friend Wendy! Thank you for this post, your recent comment on my blog and your ability to say things I need to hear even though you couldn’t possibly know that I needed to hear them. Safe journey back to Nepal!

    1. wendy Post author

      Faraway friends sometimes do that don’t they Genevieve? Loving seeing your WONDERFUL work on Instagram. You are so productive ( she says a trifle enviously!) Hugs from Singapore airport transit lounge. Feels like a long way from home!

  2. Wyoming Wendy

    Your post reminds me of one of my favorite songs.. This Face sung by Willie Nelson. We are what we are, and I think you’re beautiful inside and out. Have a safe trip to Nepal and give my best to Kopilla and the ladies.

    1. wendy Post author

      Ah my gorgeous Wyoming Wendy….indeed I will. And those wishes will be relieved with joy and reciprocated! Love from here! Wandering Wendy!

  3. Deb Hunt

    Well said Wendy, we should all be proud of how old we are, how long we’ve lived and the tracks our lives have left on our faces. Plenty of people don’t get the chance to live long enough for wrinkles to appear. Keats summed it up when he said, Beauty is truth, truth beauty (mind you I have a feeling he was talking about a grecian urn!) Safe travels xx

    1. wendy Post author

      Well aren’t our greetings travelling abroad at the moment? Two broads travelling. I think this is sleeplessness rambling. I’ve seen some wonderful faces….old men returning with grand babies ( and gosh isn’t my grand baby radar sensitive?) Wiry haired women grinning at their husbands candling these gorgeous fat cuties on their knees. Very nice. Enjoy your travels lovely one!


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