Moving Poetry: In The Name of Beauty
May we use what precious life we have to strike the cord of the heart in any way we can. Scrape the plot of earth you stand on and mold from its mud something that inspires a bit of wonder. A moment of softheartedness, a breath of loveliness, as if our true purpose is to look for every grain of beauty and proclaim it! To uphold beauty, even with tragedy. To look thoughtfully and compassionately for what is persistently and stubbornly true— that we are love, forever learning to love itself.
be in peace,
Sarah
The other day, I asked my son what life's most exciting thing was, and his answer was "adventure." I asked him what he feared most, and he said, "Being uncomfortable."
I didn't have the heart to tell him that his adventure would surely come with much discomfort and facing discomfort and adversity is often a necessary part of the adventure. It's through these moments that we discover our strength and resilience.
I wanted to tell him that life sometimes is like stretching a rubber band to its limit before it snaps against your wrist. To enlighten him about the seesaw that life often becomes—a balance between loving it so much and digging in so deeply grass is beneath his fingernails and the harsh days when the board tips away from the warm embrace of the sun, and into the territory of being afraid of everything that means being alive, of anything with the faintest hint of adventure. He'll find out that excitement and apprehension expand in tandem and that what he is most excited for and most afraid of will only grow in magnitude alongside his burgeoning understanding of life. But somehow, in the way he answered, I think he already knows. Maybe we all do. Perhaps we come into life with yes in one hand and no in the other and must somehow learn to open our palms and hold them without flinching. To hold both, seeing their specific contribution to Joy.
Dear little one, dear sweetheart, we are all passengers on this ride, and survival is our art. Our adventures, the color, our discomfort, the brush. Courage, beloved.
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