Beauty
Tonight on my way home I caught a glimpse of the mountains in the horizon and I gaped in awe for as long as I could without swerving into the ditch. The setting sun was illuminating the snow peaked mountains in the most glorious light. I see now why some artists are compelled to paint as I sit here and struggle to describe what I saw with words. I felt like I was in a meditation for a brief moment - the beauty overtook me and I was that stillness inside, that peaceful place where I am free of my turbulent thinking mind. I think it’s in that place where beauty dwells - in the silence - in the eye of the tornado.
 
Beauty is there
all the while
in the stillness of mind
~wonder, awe~
in creation
~changing, evolving~
creating new life
every second of every minute of every day.
How often am I awake to the beauty that surrounds me? For so many years I was caught up in the monotony, the routine of my daily life and how I thought my life should be – perhaps what my culture taught me or said I ought to be............afraid.
How easy it is to take every day - every season - every year - for granted and not be just blown away each time spring comes around or each time a snowflake drops or each time the wind caresses me with its gentle touch. What if I was educated to be attuned to my own rhythms, my own creativity, my own voice, style and beauty? Instead, I am jarred into a timetable that goes against my natural rhythm –conforming... to be accepted - to live a life I think I want.  In turn, I forsake living life with creativity, wonder and awe and neglect to take the time to notice...
 
...the fragrance of the air right now is heavenly. Every time I walk out my front door and take in a deep breath I am filled with the sweet fragrance of the Cottonwood tree. Oh, it is so delightful - it fills me with joy each time I am present to smell what is all around me, surrounds me, is a part of me. ...
 
 
...or listen to the wing thrill and constant chatter of the hummingbird - this most courageous and mighty bird that has arrived to Terrace just in time to feed from the nectar of the trees and flowers that are coming back to life from the dormancy and rest of winter. Hummingbird is everywhere it seems - when I am present.
 
“You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind”.
Henry David Thoreau
 
 
“The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek” (Dillard, 1974, p. 141).