What is the most beautiful thing?
On Fiona Robyn’s blog Writing Our Way Home, she asks that bloggers write a post about our “most beautiful thing” in celebration of her new novel of the same name. I am a bit behind with my post, but thought I would blog about this anyway.
There are so many beautiful things, but today, these are the things that catch my eye:
My Buddha with blooming orchid is in full view from my bed. When I feel the haunting nighttime worries entering my body, I look to my little altar of peace and beauty and feel calmer. I also feel “at home” at this altar, as though I am part of it somehow.
Our cat Selkie is indeed beautiful on the outside. His gray fur an milk-dipped toes and chin make him so huggable. Selkie, though, is also such a beauty on the inside. He knows when to rest his body on my stomach and chest to calm me. He knows how to lean in to head-butt my forehead in complete surrender. If only humans would head-butt each other regularly like cats do. I think the world would be a better place. We would be vulnerable with one another and fully acknowledge one another. Thank you, Selkie, for this gift.
What is “the most beautiful thing” today for you?