Buddhists say, “Life is suffering.” They advise us, to accept what is so.
Knowing life is suffering and that life is also more, than suffering, (after all, I am a glass is half full, kinda gal), I accept what is. However, it seems lately, that not a week goes by, that I don’t hear from a friend who’s been diagnosed with cancer, or a friend who struggles with an aging parent, or a friend, in tears, whos teenager is on drugs, on the road to ruin. When tragedy hits, when sorrow comes and there are no words, I look to beauty. I look to beauty to counter the underbelly currents of life, that are overwhelming at times, ever-present in the every day. I look to beauty to make sense of it all, the good, the bad, the ugly.
I sigh. I breathe. I move. I move into the day, only to see a Cooper’s hawk driving home from school. My son and I stop the car, and marvel quietly, at this beautiful, wild, wild bird in perfect pose. Here he is in living color, up-close and personal.
There simply are no words to describe this bird wonder, only silence, awe, stillness.
Knowing, in this life, there is little we control, I find comfort, solace and natural happiness, watching this free bird dangle on the feeder and then, take flight.
I get ‘giddy happy’ when the garlic cloves we planted in the garden, start to poke their little green heads out of the ground.
I smile when the paper whites, yellow daffodils, and Amaryllis start to open when they were once mere bulbs, then poof, like magic, they appear in full bloom.
At every stage of life, I must remember my beauty, nature’s beauty. At every stage of our lives, we must remember our beauty. And the eternal beauty we seed in the hearts of our loved ones.