Sacred Scribe | January 5 2012
I know I write about Beauty a lot. I can’t seem to help it. I never really know what I’m going to write about when I sit down to write on this blog, and yet Beauty, in some way, shape, or form, always slips itself in there and makes itself known.
I think it’s because I’ve come to learn that no matter what ridiculous gyrations my mind/ego may be attempting to go through in an effort to make itself feel better, it is always in a single moment of surrender, that the feeling of Beauty instantly pours in and stills everything, filling my heart with the silent peace of God.
I don’t have to physically see something beautiful, or touch something beautiful, or hear something beautiful. I don’t have to be looking at a glorious piece of art, or walking through a field of wildflowers, or making love, to experience the feeling of Beauty.
I just need to surrender…let go…fall…