The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart. – Helen Keller
I am at a dinner a couple of weeks ago and my friend leans over and says “look at Mary, she is so beautiful tonight”. And she was. And I looked around again and there were all of these beautiful people,. The light was shining through them. So I say to my friend ” I think the more we love people, they more beautiful they become”
That’s it, it is love, compassion, sharing, bonding, seeing the light in someone, It is not about mainstream beauty. I have to tell you we are not necessarily beautiful people. Take us apart piece by piece, we are regular humans, Someone has a big nose, someone has a crooked mouth, bad skin, the list goes on. Does not matter, they are beautiful to me when I look with loving eyes.
Take my son, he is not tall, dark and handsome, the society requirements for beauty in a man. He is so beautiful to me. When I see him love fills my heart. I only see this beautiful person who I love. I see his smile, I see his intelligence, I see his struggle to make in this world and still believe that life is good, I see the love and respect he gives me and he is so fucking beautiful to me. His friends know his beauty, his family knows this, those that love him know this.
I guess beauty has changed for me, evolved. I look at my sister, in her 50’s, lines, scars, some gray, life has left a mark on her but when she smiles or laughs, or touches me lovingly she is oh my gosh, so beautiful. My friends, when their faces light to see me, they are beautiful. When someone shares their story and lessons with me they are beautiful. When I see someone overcome a challenge they are beautiful. When I see that the light of love fills someones heart, they are beautiful. When joy fills someone, and a smile splits their face open, they are beautiful. Even when tragedy hits, and the tears flow, they are beautiful in their honesty and their humanity.
I look at myself, I have lines in my face, I sag in places, my hair would be gray if I did not dye it. I have scars, my hands show the time I have spent here. Life, also, has left it’s mark on me, and I am more beautiful than I ever have been. And that is because now I look at myself with love. I appreciate all I have been through. Those struggles have made me strong,have made me loving. Those lines I have are born from living life, from worrying about people I love, from thinking a new thought and from smiling and laughing, And I have earned every single one of them. I am done picking myself apart, because if I only see beauty when I look with love, then it must be the same for you. And If you are not looking at me with love, then that is your work to do, not mine.
Today in my world it is a beautiful blue sky day and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. Autumn is here and the changing colors are brilliant, the air is crisp and the world is calling me to come out and play in it beauty. But even in the dead of winter we can find beauty, in the rain slicked streets, children splashing in the puddle, the frost from our breath as we hurry home to warmth. The purity of the snow, the fog settling in. As long as we live from the heart and keep our eyes open we will find beauty in every step of our day.
Have a beautiful day