Say it fast and it sounds like Beautiful. Beauty Feel. Feel for Beauty. Full of Beauty. We are, even if it’s hidden to us, or we hide it ourselves.
When we can’t find it or feel it, Beauty turns up in unexpected ways. A thorn, a weed, a dark cloud, a story. Gets your attention, forces you to look, to see, to listen, to dig. Rocks in the garden hold roots, deep down in the loamy ground, drinking in the crystal light, bursting into song at some point, unable to resist the sun.
