My pal Ally Bean thespectacledbean.com in one of her comments, used the word wizened, and it’s been circling my senses every since.
It’s an adjective of German descent meaning…shriveled or wrinkled with age, a state I can certainly relate to…
Atrophied, slack, saggy and lax. Faded, parched, puckered and just in need of a really good press.
Add lined, creased, crinkled and gnarled…withered, weather-beaten, scrunched and limp and I don’t know about you, but a shrunken head comes to mind, or fruit left in the fridge too long.
I’ve been starring at my crow’s feet ever since wizened came into play. I had been rather snide over the way writer Sam Shepard aged voicing it in an essay (https://athingirl.com/2015/06/10/hi-i-used-to-be-sam-shepard). Ally said, she kinda liked how he looked…even if he was a little wizened.
Well, floating at the speed of light through my sixth decade, I’m a bit wizened myself, so move over there Sam.
I’m cinched in the cheeks, grizzled around the mouth. My skin, though for my age pretty taut, could still use a little dew, steam, flush and an overall good spritz of something wet and wild.
Reminds me of a favorite greeting card of mine. A very skinny woman is on the front with hardly any hair and hoop earrings you can jump though… It reads…
On your birthday, I’ve got one word for ya honey…
Words, you never know where they’ll take you.