...a thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit.
What is beautiful to one, may be ugly to another. What exalts the mind or spirit for one may have no affect on the next person. This thought came to me as I was looking for a new background for this blog. Some of the pictures were 'nice' while others were beautiful. The one that exalted my mind and spirit and gave my senses a great deal of pleasure was the stack of old books. I love old books; reading them; smelling them; looking at them and just plain owning them.
I began to think of what was beautiful to me. I looked it up in my good friend Webster so that I could better answer the self asked question.
As I sit in my hospital bed, recovering from a major surgery, the answer will be slightly different. Beauty, right now, means that I am not running to the bathroom every 10-30 minutes. It means that I am not constantly aware of my disease body part. It means that I can go on walks with my family, with out worrying about where the bathrooms are....
Beauty is freedom from my disease.
1 comment:
I love your "new look." There is nothing like old books :) Hope you are getting stronger every day!
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