Beauty is more than words;
Beauty is transcendent;
Beauty pierces me with longing;
Stirs me up, makes me smile
When I put a song on repeat,
When I can’t stop thinking about a movie,
When I’m at the beach,
When I look at a rainbow, a sunset, the stars, a waterfall, a dog.
A dog is beauty incarnate;
It’s personal. It may not speak to you,
But a dog speaks to me
About God, about something more.
A hope. Something good. Something worth living for.
And that matters to me, the symbol of a dog.
The living, breathing, moving beautiful creation of a dog.
When I see a dog—beauty— I see awe.
I’m chasing beauty:
Pointed ballet feet, soft hands, and flexibility,
Photos that do something to my soul,
Music that takes me outside myself.
The colour blue and sparkles.
I have permission to appreciate beauty;
No more being ashamed of loving beauty.
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Beauty has always been something I’m drawn to. My eye looks to it, my thoughts go to it, my heart beats for it. But I can’t explain it. I find the things I can’t explain are the things that are most true. I’m learning not to question these things but to enjoy them.
Here are some of the things that captivate me: