I currently belong to, and participate in, a FB group known as “With Flying Colors” (or was that colours? For those of us living in Europe it is a bit difficult sometimes to figure out whether our correspondent is writing in American English or in British English – never mind those of us who happily use both or stick to neither).
The premise, as our “leader” writes is to
make us look and appreciate the colors around us: we choose a theme each week
and then take photos of said theme, posting them to the site for all to enjoy.
Some are harder than others (orange crescents for example the week that I was
in the mountains), but by having a goal one does actually actively search for
the photo illustrating the theme – no hardship for me as I could no more think
of being out without a camera than of not eating.
It is the same with beauty: we all have
things that we automatically love – a full moon for example, but we also all
have our share of dullness, of down days, of days and circumstances where we
are less likely to even see beauty should it drop into our laps.
When we walk that gray path or experience
that rainy day (physically as well as morally) we miss the beauty: the silver
lining on a dark cloud; the bright green of one leaf; the dappling sunlight in
a dark forest; the bright blue of a patch in a stormy sky; the one spot of red
paint on a rusted can, etc.
What if we actively looked for the
beautiful, be it the shape of a building, the color of a flower, the smile on
someone’s face, the grace of another’s character. If we consciously looked for
the beauty perhaps we would focus less on the ugly: worth a try in any case.
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| Ice crystals on an iron railing |
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| fog in the valley, snow on the trees |
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| one loan leaf to cheer up the gray stone |
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| even rotten wood can be beautiful |
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