Times that I feel beautiful:
When Tim looks at me like he's never seen anything more breathtaking than me.
When William touches my cheek with his little hand, giving me a look like he's never seen anything quite like my face, and says, "Mommy, you eautiful."
When I just wake up from a really nice dream and I'm still in that dreamy haze.
When I know that I've done something good or selfless for someone else.
While singing praises, and that totally indescribable transcendence falls over me.
There are other times, and as I am writing this, I'm getting the idea that I should start a beauty journal, not just of my beauty moments but of those I see around me. There is so much beauty in this world, and if we look for it, the decay and sadness around us doesn't seem so overwhelming. A photographic exercise that I find myself doing a lot is going to a place that from far away seems to have no inherent beauty (a dirty shoreline, an overgrown, grey thicket, a crumbling building) and find and photograph the beauty there. I never know what I will find, and sometimes I have to look pretty hard, but I always find something. Beauty is everywhere if you just take the time to look for it.
When do you feel beautiful?
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