there are some pretty people
on this earth, my goodness.
the sad part is it takes most
people a lifetime to realize
what pretty is
and how to see it.
revelations of our aesthetic
one day it will be much too late
the burden of beauty unseen
will hit you like a comet to the
all I ask from you now
is to love what is difficult
to love and
find what is difficult to see.
–Christopher Poindexter (emphasis added)
I have been thinking a lot about beauty these days…probably related to the most recent (if exhaustingly derivative) wave of social media obsessions (makeup, bodies, fashion, etc.) which always seem to reflect beauty norms in the most insidious manner…or maybe because as I approach a “certain age” I find…
I am more aware,
and more accepting of beauty in ALL forms.
Meaning I see beauty in those visions, sounds, textures, tastes that previously I had rejected or quite honestly…hadn’t even noticed
(because these experiences are typically not spoon-fed to us…as beauty).
It’s sad…I mourn the loss, the expanse of beauty, I only now understand.
It is also wonderful.
It’s so new.
It’s so lush…it has a depth and a richness, a confidence I’ve never before known.
I don’t think I could have known it, with my untuned senses…blunted by the heavy weight thrown mostly on the young…weight you don’t even fully perceive until you become “old-enough”…and then, you shed it.
You shed it and you become beauty.
But unlike any you’ve ever known…because it’s source is your heart,
it’s conduit…your soul.
This daily realization, found in the smallest experiences…brings me to tears.