Beautiful. The hot summer sunset when the sky lights up purple and orange and red - like a campfire arching across the sky. My alpaca babies as they learn to run in the wind. Ghidora with her silky fawn fleece that sparkles and shines in the wind when she runs. So much of what G-d has made is beautiful. One of the most beautiful things I have encountered lately is hearing my baby's heartbeat - the quick rapid pulse of a tiny heart pumping a tiny amount of blood in my ever growing belly. I'm learning to see that belly as beautiful, as a reminder of the life growing in me.
Things unseen are beautiful too - forgiveness, grace, reconciliation. It's beautiful to see people coming together after a rift has festered for years, coming together and being united again. It's beautiful to stand in a large group of people and sing praises to G-d, to worship with abandon, with tears and arms raised, with laughing and dancing, with kneeling and praying. It's even more beautiful when it's done with people from many nations and languages all together in one place for one purpose.
Beauty is all around us if we only open our eyes to see it. It's in the trees and the sky and the grass and the flowers that bloom. It's the butterfly that Littlest Brother caught in the garage the other day and released back outside to the sunshine. It's the kittens that play in the barn.
Ghidora, just figuring out her legs