Wrinkles. When we hear that word, what’s the typical first reaction? Is it recoiling and clenching our hands out of fear that we’re getting old? Is it a sad oh-well-that’s-life kinda smile? Is it possible to radically change that reaction and instead replace it with gratitude, nostalgia and acceptance of the fact that everything changes? What if we thought of wrinkled hands as a journal upon which time has been writing its story? Speaking of stories, read this one here.
