I LOVE Mama Gena…. and she happily sends out a regular newsletter…. check out this gem below fora new twist on how you present yourself… Mama says “It was a love letter to myself, composed with heart and haste, in service to all that lay before me on this most mundane, yet sacred, day in my life.”
Consider what in your wardrobe serves you… what expresses your essence… what works for you and with you in your mundane and sacred life?
A Haiku to My Beauty | Mama Gena Moments
So, this morning, I had to run to Brooklyn, before my first meeting, to drop off Maggie at a friend’s house for a play date. We were due at her friend’s at 9 a.m., meaning we had to leave our house at 8 a.m. And I woke up at 7:30.
Not good.
That meant no shower, no clean hair, no breakfast, no coffee.
But the one thing I would not give up for lateness was fashion.
Nor would Maggie.
She and I have our priorities straight.
Fashion can lift me from despair, into poetry.
From crankiness, into humor.
From pathetic, to divine.
How?
Well, it is my little time to flirt with my circumstances.
I put on a skirt that I once wore on the Today Show to remind me that, even in my having-overslept haste, I am a star. I wanted to tone down the glamour of the skirt, so I put on a pair of flat brown riding boots that can stand a fast hike to the A train. Some crocheted tights for a flirt at the hemline. I popped on a dark brown sweater, to pay tribute to the fall day. And a gold necklace that the man I had dreamt about last night once gave me.
So, my outfit was a little dialogue with me, by me, and for me.
It was a love letter to myself, composed with heart and haste, in service to all that lay before me on this most mundane, yet sacred, day in my life.
A haiku to my beauty.
A tipping of the hat to all I am, and all I stand for.
I was perfectly dressed for my office, all my meetings, my trip to the dermatologist, doing homework with Maggie, and my downtown dinner at a hot restaurant with a client.
The power of fashion is so potent it can make messy hair seem purposeful.
And it can keep me on track with recognizing the absolute best about me, which allows me to interface with the world in a better, more gracious, more me, way.
See, the whole idea of the Womanly Art of Owning your Beauty is not to make you, or me, or any of us, beautiful. We already are.
It is to give us a way of remembering the truth in a world that does not encourage a woman to face the fact of her beauty in a consistent way.
That is the gift of fashion, as far as I can figure.
And it is why I am so delighted with this issue of the newsletter.
Check out your closet today. Make up a little poem, a little haiku, a little love letter to yourself from whatever you find in there. Each of us is always just a few decisions away from being a living monument to our own beauty.
This is an article from ‘Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts Newsletter.’ For more from Mama Gena check out: http://www.mamagenas.com/




