Posted by on Oct 3, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred People | 0 comments

Folds of weathered skin, each carefully-laid pleat formed by time contains years of stories – a heavy stockpile of ageless information, though age is what gives them their weight.  Our elders wear wrinkles formed by skin that is lax of fat, but “fat with wisdom”, none-the-less.   In the watery eyes of these seldom-valued folks is knowledge only life experience can bring.  Should our juvenile eyes and ears be open and willing, we can learn great lessons from the wisdom worn by our elders on their face.

~Tamra L. Veilleux

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

~Ralph B. Perry

“No, I’m fine right here.” For some reason, he refused to go into the mall. He would leave the house, even get in the car somewhat willingly. I often watched him on our journeys, looking out of the car windows. There was a glint in his eyes when he saw roving dogs, hot cars and cheerleaders in tiny skirts. He would never say much yet his face told the story. He had been a real character, back in the day!

He felt no reason to go into the mall. He needed nothing. The shirts he wore were clean, pressed and hung neatly in his closet. A dresser in his room was filled with jeans and socks and underwear. Then there was the drawer for his hats. All the hats were there, telling the story, the where, the what, the when and the how. All that was left was the why. As he sat on the bench, he thought, why didn’t I think of this before? I’ll just sit here and enjoy the view!

 ~Bonnie Cranmer

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