Rilie Dee Photography

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Beauty With Age

From a grandma, to a mother, to a daughter, love is passed down. And this canvas story tells of that love.

Old age. Translation: wrinkles, memory loss, flabby, out of date, and so yesterday. But I look at my grandmother, forever "G-ma" to me, and see only the opposite. I look at my mother and long for the day I can have but an ounce of integrity and strength that woman does in entirety. What wrinkles? What flab? All I see is beauty.

I see the same beauty in a flower. The petals don't stay peppy and upright forever, you know. They droop and discolor, and eventually fall gracefully to the ground. But they are rooted. So deep, that they will come again in another season. And when that new day dawns for that seed, it will sprout again, and bloom into an even more beautiful sight.

Generations, when rooted deep, continue to sprout again, even in the gloomy seasons of life. They bounce back. They raise their voice, loud and strong. They make a footprint on the earth and live a life worth living. They find their way, because of the steps left before them.

From my Nana, to my G-ma, to my Mom, to me, and before that, and after that, roots have been and will continue to be sown. Even when all the life seems to be sucked out, something new and beautiful can be seen. Because their roots, their heritage, their purpose has gone down deep. They have taken root. What would generations see in a lifetime if they embraced their age, and chased after deep roots? They would see beauty.