No matter how dark, and dangerous our world becomes, there is something that lifts me out of that state every time. That thing, that special something that we human persons bring to the table is this. We, all of us, no matter who we are, where we are from, our education, religion, or material state, we all have one thing in common. We desire to make beauty. We want it around us, and we want it on us, and most importantly for the topic of this blog, we want it to BE us.
I remember being on a train, traveling through southern India back in 2000. As my partner David and I saw the landscape slipping by, we passed a rice field, and there, in that field of rice, were two women, bent over, tending to the plants in the same way that they always had. But what struck me most was that these humble women, bent, and toiling in the hot sun, were in scarlet, and orange, and fuchsia, and emerald, and teal. The brilliance of the colors they wore shown like another sunshine, challenging the greater sun for its primacy in the sky. There was joy in those colors. There was delight in them. There was inescapable beauty in them. We make it happen. Beauty. Everywhere, all the time. And we do it out of nearly nothing sometimes. Those two poor women, and I don't doubt for a second their poverty, were no doubt clad in cheaply woven cotton sarees that they wore nearly every day. And yet, what did they create, all unknowing? They made beauty. To those who saw them, and took the time to see, there was ravishment.