Beauty needs a lover. Without a lover beauty is not beauty. It is life. Almost. A seed. That is how it seems to me. Things are not beautiful in and of themselves unless I notice them in and of themselves. The moment my eye catches it, “Ah! Yes!” then it unfolds and becomes beautiful. Do you see what I mean?
If something is not beautiful this does not mean that it is ugly. It’s just not yet, beautiful. Almost though. It’s a threshold, a doorway. Almost anything you interact with becomes beautiful if you open your eyes, reach out your hand, breath it in.
Beauty is a relationship, a discovery, a beholding, even a bewilderment. It is a recurring accident if you let it.
One of my favorite moments of beauty comes from Helen Keller, reaching out her hand to the world. In her own words:
“We walked down the…
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