Definition of beauty: Beauty is Blooming.
“When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment…”
I feel the most beautiful when I’m on a long bike ride, no makeup, shorts and a tank top, no jewelry. That’s when I feel the most essentially myself, stripped down, de-stressed, rolling down a country road in the bright sunshine, speeding up to take on the next challenging hill. I can feel all the muscles in my legs stretching, my blood pumping, the wind in my face. Sometimes I can’t help but grin the whole time. Sometimes I think heaven, for me, will be nothing but a long bright bike ride where I never get tired and I never have to stop. It feels like the cradle of my brain holds nothing but blue sky during my bike rides. I am essential. I am opening to the sunshine.
People are most beautiful when they’re doing the right thing for themselves. I think everyone has an essential moment or activity they do when they shine the brightest. It’s like finding the right setting for a unique gemstone. My mother is most beautiful in the moments when nobody is looking, when she waters her herb garden or mixes some frosting. My father is most beautiful when he chops wood in the back yard, sweat flying off his arms. My husband is most beautiful when he laughs: crinkled eyes, head back, mouth wide, all-out, pure joy.
Beauty is belonging. Beauty is blooming.
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