The Art of Finding Beauty

I don't go out to seek beauty.

It falls in front of me.

Be it a feather, a butterfly, a bud in bloom, a dragonfly, a heart in the sky, raindrops on a window, trees dancing in the breeze, moonshine on the sea, a beautiful bird perched on a branch, seashells on golden sand.

They all appear just like that.

I don't seek it deliberately.

It's nature at play.

It nudges me gently to say,"Hey look! Did you see?"

And I humbly submit to beauty finding me.

Comments

Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.

Frankie

It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. I told her "Frankie, Frankie... I'm sad Frankie. I'm really sad". She looked at me, like really looked at me. Her eyes showed me she knows. I kept petting her and she flopped her head into my lap. Dogs bring such comfort. It's amazing. They are so full of unconditional love. They can't say it to us but they are there, listening and loving.

Own your Ocean

Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling woman and that is why you cry. It's because you feel. Think about it. You're a piscean. A fish. Water. Tears. You are in your element. Own your ocean.

Elly Grey

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