Reflections 1/24/2020: I am a texture person. I LOVE a whole variety of sensory feels… soft, coarse; smooth, ruffled; hard, spongy… the list goes on and on. Even deciding on the surface of paint at the paint store freezes me up because they all have their perks. Hmmm… do I want flat? Satin? Semi-gloss? Eggshell? Or high gloss? Variety makes life so much more interesting! So WHY as my skin begins to “texture up” with lines and wrinkles do I find myself feeling embarrassed? And slathering on youth-ifying creams to reverse the texturizing process? There is something fascinating about skin that has lived through so much life! A million stories buried in the bumps and creases! At Stepping Stone, one of the special need adults LOVES to take my hand and bring it up to her face as she traces the protruding veins and arteries. She lovingly  pets my ancient hand as if it is the most precious thing in the world! God, I need to absorb her acceptance, even admiration for the beauty of aging! People pay big bucks to apply texture to walls, ceilings and floors! Why not see the wrinkles of aging in the same way? More interesting surfaces that cost way more than a pretty penny to apply! “Crepe” doesn’t have to be a sign of mourning! Let’s start a “Celebrate Crepe” movement! I’m proudly in!