Response to prompt: Describing myself.

/ moragnoffke

How would you describe yourself to someone?

Well without going into race, culture, ethnicity, and religion, without going into professions, abilities and training, and without going into what I look like: just who am I?

If an archeologist dug me up in the far reaching future they would find a pile of bones along with a metal plate attached to one ankle bone and two silicone breast prosthetics which, according to my doctor, are pear shaped. Well they might think I obviously was a woman but these days you just can’t jump to those conclusions… Just because of the breast prosthetics… I could have been transgender.

So let’s look at the DNA. Oh yes, I am female… And would you believe it I am approximately 46% Scottish, 16% northern European, 15% Scandinavian, 15% British and Irish and a few percent Vietnamese and South Filipino give or take. Now I wonder what histories took place in generations gone by for a wonderful mixture of cultures and religions?

Just who am I? Well with a body vulnerable to decay and eventually total rot I believe the most robust and eloquent part of me is my soul/spirit; of which you can’t physically touch or see. Some say the eyes are the window of the soul, so on second thoughts, I will tell you about my eyes: at first glance you may think they are green or grey or blue. Which color are they? That’s because they are hazel: blue, olive green and yellow. My eyes glow with friendliness, the glower with anger, they are bright with intellect but dull when I feel sad. I am sure yours are the same.

My soul is probably not very different from yours yet also in some ways very unique. I started out as a baby, eager to learn, curious to experience new things and sensitive to other souls surrounding me. My soul was created for love and kindness, both to give and receive. My soul was ordained to grow and sojourn in this world with purpose.

As I grew I found my will and exerted choice. I also began my journey, as I suppose you did too, of cultivating stories that helped me understand my surrounding world.

Some stories were true, some were “supposed,” some were excuses, some were lies told by me or to me. Of course there was truth and experiential truth and eventually all these truths, half truths and lies mix up into a soupy mediocre tangle that became the challenge to untangle in order to fully understand myself and others and life in general. Year by year we do this. Getting older, hopefully getting wiser, and hopefully making a difference in the world. Getting older, wiser and less tangled, year by year by year. I am sure you are doing that too. We are not that different. We are beautiful, eager, curious and courageous beings, with our choices of how to live our stories of truth. Hopefully with love. To love and be loved, to know and be known, to share the journey and to be responsible. One day I will go back to be with my Maker, perhaps we will meet again. Well that’s who I am anyway. Here’s to knowing my thoughts about me a little more.

Morag Armstrong 1974
One Month before Cancer is known.
Mother’s day, photos by Siobhan Noffke.
Morag, photo by Derek Noffke

Take care
A warm smile coming your way, from One soul to another.

42 thoughts on “Response to prompt: Describing myself.”

  4. Morag, I love how you mixed humor at the beginning with descriptions of your races, eyes and the part about finding your
    body parts was hysterical but interesting. Yes, you are a very deep and intelligent woman with a great sense of humor.

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  8. Great post. Loved the writing. Soupy mediocre tangle!
    Great photos too, especially the one on chair with rainbow shawl (Derek took it) where you look SO relaxed and “love me or leave me” – with a hint of healthy defiance πŸ™‚

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  9. You made me think about myself…… It’s very serious topic.
    I want to do DNA test to see what mix I have πŸ˜€
    I love your pictures and I really like that you are women πŸ˜€πŸ‘πŸ™‹πŸŒžπŸŒžπŸŒžπŸŒž

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  15. If you think about it, it’s actually hard to describe who you really are (except for the obvious things like hair colour, eyes, etc.) But just by looking at your photos, I can see that you’re someone with a soft and caring heart … maybe it’s your eyes that reveal this? Makes me think: Your eyes are definitely the window to your soul 😍.

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