{"id":402,"date":"2014-09-16T20:40:20","date_gmt":"2014-09-16T20:40:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/?p=402"},"modified":"2018-02-19T20:05:03","modified_gmt":"2018-02-19T20:05:03","slug":"you-are-so-beautiful-to-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/musings\/you-are-so-beautiful-to-me\/","title":{"rendered":"You Are So Beautiful To Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_403\" style=\"width: 176px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-403\" class=\"wp-image-403 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/biztechsource.net\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/armstrong_william.jpg\" alt=\"armstrong_william\" width=\"166\" height=\"247\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-403\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">William Armstrong, aka &#8220;neck beard&#8221;<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? Is it contingent on a subjective point of view? I think that all of my ancestors are beautiful, even the progenitor of my family, William Armstrong, aka &#8220;neck beard&#8221;. (Okay, maybe that&#8217;s a stretch.) But when I look at family photos, I see the spirited glint in my grandmother&#8217;s eye when she was a teenager showing off for the camera with her friends, or the gentle way that my great-grandfather&#8217;s hand steadied his young son on his knee, and I see beauty.<\/p>\n<p>For me, beauty is all tied up with recognition: with the scars, beauty marks and tattoos that stamp these humans as being part of my tribe. I feel an absurd bond of blood and belonging. I am grateful to these people who made it possible for me to be here. If they knew me better, they might want to disavow all knowledge of me, but they can&#8217;t, because we&#8217;re family, we belong together. And as with reincarnation, they provide me with a great way to get out of being responsible for my own life &#8211; all the traits that I dislike in myself can be blamed on someone who came before me, one of those folks sitting stiffly posed in the upper branches of the family tree.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a kid, I was always embarrassed when people told me that I looked like my mother or my grandmother. Back then, I didn\u2019t possess the objectivity to know if it was a compliment or not. And if it wasn&#8217;t a compliment, it was a double insult, or probably, a slander against my whole family. That was something I was completely unprepared to take on, since 1) I had no idea whether I could trust my internal sense of beauty, and 2) this was during a time when I wanted very badly to secede from the tribe anyway. It was only years later that I came to appreciate resembling my family, and to be grateful that they still haven&#8217;t thrown me out. I now see a resemblance between my grandmother and me, and love that she has passed something on to me. And I see her as beautiful, and know that we look alike, but don&#8217;t see it in myself. Surely that is the very definition of beauty as a subjective point of view?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? Is it contingent on a subjective point of view? I think that all of my ancestors are beautiful, even the progenitor of &hellip; <a class=\"readmore\" href=\"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/musings\/you-are-so-beautiful-to-me\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=402"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":515,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions\/515"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldwillow.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}