In the very last days of the old year, a friend from my photography group confided to me that for her 2014 will be about Beauty, which she aspires to find in all the things around her. She confided that her Year of Beauty was inspired by my Year of Seeing.
My Year of Seeing was a couple of years ago, but I still carry it with me. There is a connection between those trees and me and never do I walk past them without feeling it.
So it’s tempting to ask my friend about her Beauty, but we haven’t seen much of each other since January, as I am sort of a recluse and she is so busy with research projects and teaching (she is a professor). Sending her a text that reads “How is the Year of Beauty coming along?” is so much less than what I really want to know.
I think about her Year of Beauty, though, and wonder where she sees it, where would I see it.
My children, mainly. My trees, of course. The silent snow when we were in the mountains and the snow-capped mountains in the distance, now that we have returned. My cat’s perfect little face, her softly pointing ears.
Beauty, it’s easy to see, is hard not to find where there is love. If you love something it is beautiful to you, isn’t that how it works?
I wonder if my friend is thinking about this too.
Next time I see her I will ask.