Organic Anti-Aging Skin Care or The Zen of an Aging Neck
My version of organic anti-aging skin care isn’t what you’d expect…
Over 40 we all have it. The body part we notice is a harbinger of our rendezvous with Death. (Oh, happy Monday!)
Mine is my neck. My legs are stronger and harder, at age 48, than they have ever been thanks to twice-a-week ballet barre classes.
When I’m particularly obnoxious I ask grown men to punch me in the stomach. I really do. I tell them not to hold back, because under an insouciant layer of fat, my stomach is iron.
Be careful, you might break your hand.
But my neck is beyond my control. The flesh there is 48-year-old raised-in-Southern-California-with-no-sunblock flesh. It’s soft, loose, buckling under the pressure of time.
I first noticed the slight bit of papier-mâché there when I was 36. As I perused an earring display at Yoga Works I accidentally glimpsed said neck in a mirror with the sun hitting it just so.
I became my grandmother in that instant. Past her prime and folding slowly down and down and down to the earth and obsolescence.
I didn’t so much mind that my neck looked suddenly unattractive to me, but rather that I became aware for the first time that I, like all humans, was going to get old and eventually be no more.
I’d known this intellectually, but hadn’t really understood it in the profound way that an altered body brings home.
I’m not young anymore, but I fight Age with the ferocity of all of the warriors in 300: Rise of an Empire, soon to spray blood in 3-D across movie IMAX movie screens in Los Angeles.
I will drive, read, laugh, drink wine, travel, listen, learn, and love until the curtain closes on this body of mine.
Having said that I feel unexpectedly tender toward my neck.
It reminds me time is short and that I’m lucky to be alive. Lucky to walk the planet like so many who have come before me and who will come after.
It reminds me of my vulnerability and, extrapolating from there, the vulnerability of all people. Which elicits this well of goodwill and love toward my fellow man.
That, dear friends, is the Zen of an Aging Neck.
What body part keeps you humble?
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