Beauty.
Pretty undefinable really, but obvious when we see it.
This is certainly one of the most beautiful sights I know – rain drops hanging from the buds of a flower.
I’m looking forward to these buds blossoming into full flowers too, because the scent of the freesia is, to me, one of the world’s most beautiful scents.
What beauty have you stumbled across today? Did you take the time to enjoy it? I recommend it.
Immerse yourself in beauty today – even if only for a few seconds (I recommend a LOT longer if that is possible!)
I wrote the wee poem below a few summers ago, as I pondered a rare venture I had into the wilderness – where I was struck by the wisdom and sheer beauty of an encounter I had with an old withered tree.
I think it would be fair to say, we all tussle with dissolution in our lifetime, in the immeasurable forms of subtraction – none more so than through the body.
This tree captured my heart, schooling me on the revolving door of life – chaperoning me deep into the caverns associated with loss. If I happened to be sleepwalking that day, the felt presence of this archetypical goddess roused my entire felt sense of aliveness, as the warm beads of compassion caressed the longing inside of me to be fully human.
All the while, whispering sweet nothings throughout my body as the ineffable mystery of that which I can only call Truth.
O’ BEAUTIFUL TREE
Feeling all this longing inside
Wishing I could just go for a ride
To a place where I can be with my breath
To natures playground of living and death
There’s a tree there in the woods
That stands on her own
Without skin, without bark –
She’s naked to the bone
Vulnerable, like an old withered life alone
Except in her own meekness she knows her true home
Courageous and majestic like her journeys goal
You can see every artery, flesh, body and soul
A thing of great beauty and not despair
Her craggy old tree trunk and limbs in disrepair
She’s rooted close by the other trees of the wood
Though distant enough to know if she could
She would never be a tree that would follow the other
But one that would learn from natures mother
There’s a place in the wilderness that can help me to see
The courage and heart that grows inside of me
For it’s beside you I take this comfort and be
O’ Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Tree
~Brian (McAlorum)
[can’t post a photo Bob, but she was a wise beauty, a teacher awaiting her student – my love to you<3]