It’s been a tough year.
I’ve had my hands tied behind my back, and been forced to learn things I wish I never had to know about. Things I would like to relegate to the dream-world, where nightmares creep.
But when I look up, and notice that I am breathing, and take in the sun and rain and breeze, and see spring finally on its way, I remember that this is enough.
I am ALIVE…
And that, after all, is beautiful.
In all the vastness of the billions of people on this orb we call home, in every expression, in every heart, there is a spark of the creative genius that drove God to replicate lesser images of Himself…In this, there is beauty. How is life beautiful to you?