I walked under my garden arbour covered on one side by a lovely clematis and then stopped. The blossoms were so plentiful. The purple so intense and lush. Stamens delicate and curled. Beautiful.
Then there is the beauty of a sleeping child. Curled amongst pillows and sheets with their hair curled against their cheeks, dark lashes, one hand flung outward and completely relaxed. Or the beauty of a moment -- when caught in traffic my son said cheekily, "Its a peanut-butter-jam of cars!". Ahh. Clever. Playing with words.
Or the beauty you feel inside when you know some things are just right. Just so. Falling into place and you are connected in a way you only dreamed of. Not everything can feel this way... can't have it all! BUT, some compartments of your life can feel just right and beautiful. Making the other parts more bearable.
The first lines of "A Thing of Beauty" by John Keats:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
