Endigar 244

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I can see magic in the mundane, and dance like a child inside knowing that I have a very real place in the unfolding drama of the universe. When I first arrived at my apartment, there was a toad that would come to my front door in the evenings. Frogs are symbolic of healing spirits to me, and boy did I need some healing. I actually began to talk with the frog, to recognize him, to say hello. I had the rather odd feeling that we were giving significance to one another. Several times he would come right up to me and stand between my legs, as if the child of earthly elements trusted me. They quit coming around, shortly after the apartment began spraying to ward off an invasion of ants. Invading ants have been symbolic of the alcoholic – addictive disease for me. Subtle, cunning, baffling and powerful in persistance.

Not too long ago I was lamenting the empty concrete outside my front door in the evenings. I was in need of healing once again. I opened my front door and there was a tree frog sticking to my door frame, looking at me. Looking right into my face. I could not help but stop and welcome him. Then I saw a perfect web in the corner with a medium spider, beautiful…

“can see Beauty even when it is not pretty”

When is beauty not pretty?  Paradoxical statements demand a deeper thought.  They act as a red light in the busy traffic of my mind. 

So what is this hidden beauty?  Is it the kind that can only be recognized if you quit living life in a controlled panic.  Is it only seen when you refuse to start off the day skimming across the surface, moving by force of habit.  Thus it is seen “every day” because you see it in the moment you live in.

And seeing this hidden beauty of life is neither frivolous or insignificant, but is the source of your entire being.  In my morning meditation I can gratefully whisper to the universe, into the listening ear of a Higher Power, that is where I come from, that is what I am about.  Hidden beauty unfolding.

One Response to “Endigar 244”

  1. sofreelygiven Says:

    Not so hidden.

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