and marvel that the sun and wind

colluded to make diamonds shimmer

across the surface of the sea.

 

My soul would soak in beauty,

mind would move towards calm

like a stone skip, skip, skipping across the surface

until it comes to rest beneath,

 

and I’d quietly, sincerely marvel

that any place on earth

could be as stunning as this.

 

But now, I often simply glance,

since minds naturally wire to gloss over

‘normal’ routine things, making space to notice

the unusual, dangerous, or threat.

 

This serves us well to keep us safe,

but we might not register beauty

that used to take our breath,

 

and requires us to stop……..

and remind ourselves to pause

and let the beauty grown accustomed to,

register again.

 

                                       —Dose yourself in beauty