Note: Although it is majorly tempting, I refuse to add a video of Louie Armstrong's "What A Wonderful World" to this post. It makes me cry every damn time I hear it and I'm not in the mood for tears right now. I'm in the mood for a brownie. Sigh.
When I lived in the big, bad city I took photos of alleys, graffiti, chain link fences, broken sidewalks and broken people…and I found beauty. Sometimes it was hard to find, but that made the eventual discoveries all the more stunning. Now I live here and beauty is never hard to find and I’m grateful.
My health is truly pissing me off. Sorry, I took an abrupt turn there, didn’t I? I am going somewhere with this, but I should have warned you to buckle up.
Medical experimenting (what the white-coats call “tests”) is still going on, but no answers, yet. In the meantime, I’m feeling worse, not better. I know in my heart that it’s not life-threatening. I trust my heart, because it never lies to me (unlike my head who can lie a garishly neon blue streak). So, it’s not that I’m thinking I have anything really, really bad. It’s more that right now I struggle to do normal, everyday stuff. I enjoy being independent. I can do anything. I’m strong. I’m resilient. But lately? Not so much.
The thing? I always have a thing! Here it is, as annoying as the not-in-the-greatest-health-thing (hah!) is, I need to remember that there is a world out there bigger than me (what????). Oh, yeah there is. And knowing that is actually soothing. In a bizarre way.
Not only is there a world out there, it is a truly beautiful world. It doesn’t matter where you happen to be located in this world or what your circumstances are, there is beauty to be found...in nature and art and people. Typical, maybe not. However, I do believe if you make a point of seeing that beauty (hunting it down, if you must), that can go a long a*s way to making just about any challenging situation seem…smaller. Beauty is a constant.
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| Throwing you with this one, eh? I call it "Self-Portrait in My Good Shoes." Hah! |
