Living with Beauty.
The light on a low slant starts to move toward the horizon, yellow gold rays illuminating what’s left on the trees at this point so late in the Fall, dark oranges and russet browns about all that remains for color, still hanging on, not yet on the ground. The bark of a clump of paper birches, their white skins softly glowing in the temporary illumination of fast disappearing light stand as sentinels against a backdrop of gray-navy clouds, leaden, looking like they hold what may be the first snow. The green of the fields not as vibrant as it was a few weeks ago and the marshes now wearing the coat of grasses turning brown yet still looking rich, dense, healthy, not yet depleted as they will be after solid freezes arrive soon.
Living in a beautiful landscape brings joy even in the darkest times, here where the ocean frames life and years ago where mountains were the background that defined the lay of the land. I’ve lived, you’ve lived, in places not as beautiful so as to have the power of lifting your spirit by a mere glance from your car or kitchen window. We can live in not-so-beautiful places for many sound reasons and yet…
In darkest times there is much to be said to have access to places that can lift you out of yourself, your internal struggles, the challenges of your community or country, by just looking up or out, recharging your life batteries beyond who you are and how you go about your day, a reminder of the gift of the beauty of our planet on a vast or modest scale, a re-charge born not out of oneself but from the landscape, pulling you toward something far larger and much more magical.
The privilege of living in a beautiful place is a gift that offers possibility for expressions of daily gratitude. May it touch each and every one of us at every opportunity. May we be reminded there is much beyond our human skin and psyche, waiting to show us its joy.
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Thank you for this reminder!