“Beauty is not a panacea, it is a salve that eases, uplifts, and inspires our ways of being human.”
Beauty is not a panacea, it is a salve that eases, uplifts, and inspires our ways of being human. It is a reflection of who we are, in all its depths. Beauty, within the brutal. This is life and living, a paradoxical path of equanimity: joy, worry, and resolve. Living life is not a matter of balance but of being present to the moment at hand, building better, and being better: trying, failing, and trying again. This is within our constitution, our makeup of cells, bones, blood, and the persistence of memory. Where we’ve come from and of what we are made. Beyond mere survival, into the intention of building a better future, by way of creating experience, now.
“What we see, we don’t necessarily take in, we already are, an even more subtle nuance of beauty.”
Even within the nuances of texture and material, we find the solace and depth of beauty, what elevates our private and public lives, equally. It is with the hand created that we see this, and the boundless creativity of nature. We know this to be true in our homes and in what we wear and even eat, nourishing our bodies and minds. What we see, we don’t necessarily take in, we already are, an even more subtle nuance of beauty.
“We are deep mystery and imperfection, twirling within the blackness of space and stars: home.”
Who we are is beauty, energy and potential, seen in the acorn that falls from the tree. We are not in the universe, the universe is within us, and so goes with beauty, and possibility. We are deep mystery and imperfection, twirling within the blackness of space and stars: home.