from the shape of beauty

I never knew why.

~A 4 Word Short Story

and did I not always know?

inquiry for today~ somehow. someway. you find your way.

when beauty remembers

Beauty occurs in the meeting of time with the timeless; the passing moment framed by what has happened and what is about to occur, the scattering of the first spring apple blossom, the turning, spiraling flight of a curled leaf in the falling light; the smoothing of white sun-filled sheets by careful hands setting them to air on a line, the broad expanse of cotton filled by the breeze only for a moment, the sheets sailing on into dryness, billowing toward a future that is always beckoning, always just beyond us. Beauty is the harvest of presence.

~David Whyte

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