Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The thing about you is that you've got all that frigid snow piled on top of your head; it doesn't do you any good, you know. Underneath, you are all color and shape and form; underneath you wield the power to stand tall and strong just by relying on who you already are.

Why do you call your ragged edges flaws? Such a word. 


 The mirror on my wall is very wise.

 

10 comments:

Buttons said...

Wise words this morning Allison:) B

Petrus van Zyl said...

I need to borrow your mirror
have a great day
PS love the photo

Judy said...

I would say it is :)

Meg said...

Indeed it is!

TexWisGirl said...

hard to see our own beauty. or accept our 'flaws' as natural.

Out on the prairie said...

I had lots of snow all over in a recent snowball fight, but persevered flawless

Randy said...

Nice wall!

Ola said...

true!
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Pam ;) said...

above all be kind to thyself first.

the only white i see beneath my sandy feet n atop my hairy head ~:)

Nancy Claeys said...

Some of my jagged edges have sharpened over the years, much to my regret. Working on that though.