I have a creative skincare workshop planned next week with a really lovely lady called Becky who has spent years researching and designing her range of DIY skincare for The Wild Mix. I think it will be a really lovely morning, it will undoubtedly smell delicious in the kitchen and she’ll teach some facial massage too which I love.
When thinking about how to encourage people to come and join us the first ideas that sprang to my mind were along the lines of youthfulness and anti-ageing, it seemed obvious and natural to suggest that people should want to avoid looking older.
And then a number of events this week made me stop in my tracks and really think more about ageing:-
How dreadfully shallow to entertain the notion of worrying about a wrinkle when so many young people were wickedly murdered in Manchester, people who will never have the opportunity to develop crows feet and laughter lines, to bemoan their lack of collagen and saggy skin.
A Radio programme in which a man and a woman with dementia were talking about the therapeutic benefits of the singing group they belonged to really engaged me one lunchtime. Hearing them discuss how anxious they had been about participating in the programme was quite moving and led me to reflect on how often people with dementia must suffer anxiety at the prospect of the simplest tasks and communication given the way in which society labels people as ‘incompetent fools’ when they struggle with the activities that come so easily to most of us. This charming man and woman were not worrying about their physical appearances, but rather about how they would be judged on their cognitive function by those of us who might be busy worrying about the state of our faces.
My Mum is in hospital this week having had a (another) pretty major surgery to her back in the hope that she will benefit from being more mobile and able to participate in the things she enjoys without being in pain. To say my mother is stoic is a vast understatement, and her forbearance also made me stop and think about what is really important.
So, on a beautiful day where I am feeling more than a little lucky to be writing in the sunshine at the barn, what feels important to me is the simple stuff of life. I awoke with my daughters safely in the house with me and chatted to them both before our days commenced, I have exchanged messages with my lovely husband so we have touched base too. I have just enjoyed my Dad’s company for a quick lunch underneath the oak tree and will pop in to see my Mum later. It’s family that matters, a bite to eat, the sun on my back and the pleasure I derive from feeling ‘at home’.
Self-love is not a phrase I use often, but you genuinely can’t pour from an empty vessel so keeping yourself topped up is vital. For me it’s the time I spend here and the connection I have with family and friends, it’s not about the wrinkles or youthful looking skin. But, I think my Mum would be the first to say that there is nothing wrong in looking after yourself and enjoying a gorgeous face cream if it makes you smile!