Today I'm thinking that it takes guts to go out and be beautiful in public.

It's much safer to keep the beauty tucked away in the private nooks, only bringing it out to show a few trusted people, if anyone is allowed to see it at all. It's easy to lose it, forget it, misplace it in the corners of the mind.

When I dare to be beautiful, I am exposed: my reality is presented where others might see it, and those others might dismiss it, ignore it, miss it entirely. If I never show it, it can never be rejected.

But there is abundance, there is bounty; this is not a universe of scarcity. I cannot afford to be a miser and hoard away precious things in solitude; I learn to show beauty in private places, to safe people who will not treat it with contempt. I grow, I step forward, I allow myself to be beautiful in moments, in little instants, fleeting eyeblinks. Perhaps someday I will have the guts to be beautiful all the time.

And then I will shake my tail and fill the seven heavens with my thunder.

From: [identity profile] luellon.livejournal.com


That's beautiful.

Shake that tail! ::boom!::

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Lovely...


"If I never show it, it can never be rejected." You've captured it, exactly.

What a gorgeous post.

Let's both build ourselves up to be beautiful *all the time.* Think of the thunder from 14 heavens!

Miss Syl

From: [identity profile] thastygliax.livejournal.com


Maybe I just don't see you often enough, or maybe I tend to only see you in those "safe" situations, or maybe I'm just biased because you're a friend, or maybe I use the term more loosely than you do (I know, lots of maybes), but I seem to see you in "beautiful moments" much more often than the other kind.

I'm one of those lucky people who has a disproportionate number of beautiful friends.
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