Say what? Transmorg . . .Seriously! When I first heard this word I assumed it was something made-up to describe an action in the sword and sorcery world. I was wrong and I was right. It is not a new word. In fact the first known usage of the world was in the 1600s. It was used to describe what would happen to someone who fell in love: to change or alter greatly. Well, that’s true!

Robert Burns used the word in a poem: aptly capturing the grotesque and sometimes humorous effect of transmogrification: “Social life and Glee sit down, . . . Till, quite transmugrify’d, they’re grown Debauchery and Drinking.”

I submit to you that we are all changed by life. Sometimes it is hilarious and sometimes it is sad. But we all change as we grow older. Sometimes we become more mature and understanding. Sometimes the debauchery of our lives can be seen on our faces. It is never a good look. But we do enjoy hiding our changes. Plastic surgery is a multibillion-dollar Industry. Clothing to hide our flaws is another multibillion dollar industry. I understand wanting to look good but why do I want to hide who I am?

I am in my 50s. I am heavier then I was in my 20s. As a true redhead I won’t go gray but I have gone blonde. I look at blonde jokes a little differently now! I wear glasses to correct my far vision. But I am also wiser and more accepting of others differences. I believe I’m happier and more centered in my life then I was in my 20s. When I was younger I worried about my future. A job, family, friends, I worried about everything!

Now I have become transmogrified into a much more complex and more satisfied individual. Trust me I have my humorous moments. I woke up the other day and I was actually 4 inches taller! Upon closer inspection I discovered my hair was simply standing on end. Not a good look! Hey! A few minutes battle with a brush and I was back to normal.

The changes that happen are often insidious, sometimes we don’t even notice them ourselves. But change can be good. I think the trick is in accepting the changes gracefully. Of course if your idea of change is to sprout a third ear, might I suggest you cozy up to a surgeon. Probably not a good look!

22 thoughts on “Transmogrification

  1. scifihammy

    Lovely post. 🙂 Yes, we all change all the time, but accepting it gracefully, as you say, is the key. I liked your description of your hair standing on end – so funny when that happens! 🙂

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      1. Mark Lanesbury

        Actually, I am much happier, but not for the obvious reason. The kind lady was good enough to put up with me for 25 years AND mirror back to me all my selfish, greedy, stupid and emotional bits of me over the years so that I could learn and see my fears…and go through them.
        And yes, because of that, I AM in a very much happier place and I wish the same for her…I hope I was able to allow her to see within herself that same journey.
        Transmogrification….you betcha! 😀

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  2. Sunshine Jansen

    Always thought that was a great word though I never heard of anyone “transmogrified by love”! I agree that growing into your life can be a very positive thing; I’ve made a lot of peace with the little things that are part of me — even the fact that I did not inherit my mother’s beautiful red hair. I’m sort of comforted that as we get older we’re both getting blonder!

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  3. Léa

    My half-sister had the same ‘red’ hair as Maureen O’Hara in the movies. I remember seeing her once with white hair then suddenly blonde (thank you Clairol)!

    One again a fascinating post. Of course when I think of the poems of Robbie Burns the old heart goes… 😉

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