Beauty

Beauty has seemed very close all day. Driving home tonight it was almost tangible; the sun had already set but the horizon was tinged with pink and shrouded in dusky purple. From the bare branches of the trees along side the road a flock of small birds took to the air, hundreds of tiny wings, black against the sky. Beauty. So close I could almost reach out and touch it.

And in a way I feel I have played a part in Beauty today, that it has been in me and I have been a part of its existence today. Physical loveliness is only one part of the expression of all that true Beauty is. And while I would not call myself beautiful today, I would describe my appearance and my frame of mind today (at least most of the day) as being graceful. A gracefulness that feels like it came to me this morning straight from the Beauty to which it belongs and which has been so near all day. Skirts speak to me of gracefulness these days and I have been wearing a long comfy jean skirt today with a purple shirt that has a slight turquoise shimmer to it and a gray sweater for the chilly spring evening. My steps were more gentle, my mind more focused, my heart more in tune.

May the grace of today flow into the peacefulness of this evening and may Beauty always be as real and as close as it has been throughout this day.