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Freckled – Embracing our Differences (Just Jot it January)

My freckles really pop in the summertime.

Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January is “freckled.” Thanks, Maggie! And thanks to Linda Hill, our #JusJoJan host. For more information, please visit Linda’s post here.

Only 4 to 5 percent of the global population of humans is freckled. That makes me a minority, though as a European American, I’m still wrongfully privileged. I didn’t say “white,” because even though my skin (the part without the freckles) is pretty light, it’s still not white. For me, white does not feel accurate. White tends to set up the dichotomy of black / white, something that I believe increases discord. I like it when I read or hear, “black and brown people.” I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, there are a lot of colors between black and white. Still, people have the right to call themselves, and be called, whatever they want when it comes to heritage, nationality, race, etc.

When I was a child, I didn’t like my freckles at all because they were different. Growning up, I never saw people on TV or in magazines who had freckles unless they were goofy or mean. (Okay, there was Opie Taylor who later became Richie Cunningham on Happy Days.) Now, we do see more actors and models who let their freckles show.

Aging gracefully helps us accept who we are, how we are designed. Maybe we can even learn to embrace our so called, “imperfections” which may not be imperfections at all. If freckles are angel kisses, which I’ve heard, then what are lipomas? My dad passed on his lipomatosis to me. I have at least 30 lumps. Is this gross or just a thing where my body happens to clump fat together in benign lumps? Maybe there’s a good reason I don’t know about. If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m writing Stream of Consciousness style. But where to go with this?

In the natural world, we generally don’t think of differences as imperfections. Think of speckled trout, or spotted leopards. Trees come in all shapes and sizes. A sycamore’s bark is mottled after it sheds, and its leaves get age spots. Many differences are by design and make life interesting.

Be sure to visit Linda’s prompt post for more freckled jots!


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SoCS: Thanking All Body Parts

Here’s our most excellent prompt from our most excellent SoCS host, Linda Hill:

….“body parts.” Pick a body part and talk about it. 

I can tell you right now, I can’t pick just one. But I can say thank you to all my body parts:

Thank you to my gut for telling me when I’m stressed and need to run away or play, or just rest.

Thank you to my heart for being strong and steady.

Thank you to my feet. I know now you have bone spurs in the heels. I am trying to take good care of you. I hope you like the TLC cushiony shoes. I will not walk long distances on pavement or go barefoot any more. I’m grateful the plantar fascitis is finally getting better.

Thank you to my legs for letting me know I need more magnesium and not aching so much at night since. And water probably helps.

Water. Thank you water. I know my body needs more water, more often. Thank you, body for letting me know by getting tired.

Thank you to my hips, flat and wide as you are, you have made room for babies and make my waist look smaller, even though it seems to be getting bigger. Oh well.

Thank you to my back. I know I complain about you, but you’ve had a lot of work to do over these 60 something years, and you let me know when you really need to stretch out and decompress.

Thank you for my neck and shoulders, what a work out you’ve had. Holding up so much weight. I hope you like the stretches, too.

I can’t forget the breasts. Such a mixed relationship we have. Yes, gravity has taken its toll on you ladies, but you have served me well and fed two babies. Thank you.

Thank you for my lips. I know you seem to be disappearing, but we have had many nice kisses over the years and you still know how to sing and speak well when the brain cooperates. Thank you to my throat and vocal chords and the fun with songs.

Thank you to my cheekbones, known as one of my best features.

Thank you to my freckles. I know I didn’t like you when I was young, but now I know they are angel kisses.

Thank you to my skin. I’m sorry I have abused you in the sun for so long. Thank you for teaching me acceptance with all these lines and wrinkles.

Thank you to my soft, hazel eyes that came from my mother. You’ve taught me acceptance, too. Aren’t you glad I don’t use mascara any more? Thank you for teaching me to see the beauty all around us.

Thank you to my nose and ears giving me delightful smells and sounds to enjoy, or warnings when needed.

Thank you to my hair which still has some red in it. Thinner, but still long and wavy.

Thank you to my old bones, thinner too, but still strong. I’m doing better at taking care of you. Thank you for supporting me still.

Thank you to all my body parts I haven’t mentioned, like the private ones. You ….. What can I say…. Thank you for warning me, or trying to, during the stressful relationships of the past that were not right for me. You knew all along. Thank you for letting my babies out and for holding things together all these years.

Thank you to my lungs. I’m sorry for what I did to you in my twenties. Thank you for still helping me breathe well. You like the yoga right? I know, deep breaths beyond yoga.

Thank you to my brain. I know I need to work to keep you in shape, but you still got it when it matters most. Thank you for being flexible and open minded, but helping me along the way.

Oh, how could I forget! Thank you to my hands and arms. You have worked so hard and rebelled during the hardest years, but you healed enough to be able to keep on expressing my thoughts here on this computer. I know you have hated it at times, but it’s better now. Thank you! I’ll try to take it easy on the yard work, pace myself, and wear gloves! What’s that? Okay, I’ll give you more lotion.

Freckles, wrinkles, and all.
Resting body parts

The pokeweed rash is get better thanks to an updated prednisone Rx. Since my plantar fascitis is finally almost gone, I’ve been able to walk more. Here are some places we’ve walked lately:

For more streams of consciousness, rules, etc. visit our host, Linda Hill here.