RE-IMAGINING VITILIGO

WHAT'S THE MESSAGE?

Vitiligo is a strange and quirky messenger-guide. It is complex, fascinating and mysterious. It urges me to reinterpret "beautiful," to take better care of myself, and ... is it true that we are all the same under the skin?

The painted messenger is freezing under the cold scrutiny of microscopes and incomprehensible scientific jargon. Let's take her to a warm place, an embrace, where she can speak in safety.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Happy New Year 2011, Everybody! Happy New Year, Me! Who said that how we spend the first day of the year will determine how the rest of it will go? I like it. I like this thought. It is a good thought to keep, because on the first day of the new calendar year, I co-created much freedom, peace and happiness for my life, and consequently for those friends who happened by on that sunny day. (The "co" of creation --as nothing is ever done alone -- includes everything and anything, from the air that breathes me, to Shari with whom I shared food, to Great Mystery of Love.)

It's been a while, yes.
How are you?
Better? not better? waxing and waning with the Moons?
Accepting more? or less?

I am well today, thank you for asking.
Better than last year, and the year before. Not that I remember any of it, but I'm very
sure life gets more lived every year, even when it doesn't look like it.

Here is some news on my vitiligo journey: two summers ago, I spent enormous amounts
of time out in the desert sun, as always. Got the most extreme contrasts ever, and that
little black dot on my nose made me reconsider a couple of things.

Well, one thing: I decided to spare my face the strong rays of direct sunlight, and wear
a hat. And just be generally more aware when the sun tended to strike my face,
directly or via a strong reflector such as white or metallic surfaces. The result was that
my skin remained paler, but very smooth in color all spring, summer and fall.

"Duh!" you might say with chiding affection, but the fact is that before black-dot, I didn't care how my facial skin looked. Now I care, because it is the Messenger ! Extreme contrast on my face lets me know I'm getting too much direct sun on it, and to cool it. Thank you, Vitiligo.

I now have high-speed internet and will be able to bring new life to this blog, pictures, even!.

Smiles and hugs to all you beautiful Ones and that is all of you.

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