Seeking Beauty—A Conscious Choice
This week, I decided to seek beauty each day
and at the day’s end, decide what experience, thought, or view awakened beauty
most in my psyche. I hope this focus on beauty will enrich me and I can share
that beauty.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Beauty in Sorrow—Love That
Transcends and
Never Ends
“When
you are sorrowful
look
again in your own heart,
and
you shall see that in truth
you
are weeping for that
which
has been your delight.[1]
Beauty called out to
me when I saw the last photo taken of infant Scarlette Adora, the child of my
daughter’s friend. Two days after the photo was taken, on June 6, 2011, when
Scarlette was only five months old, she died of SIDS.
One might wonder why,
of all the flowers and birds and beautiful words and the spectacular pink
sunset Monday evening, I know Scarlette’s photo is the most beautiful thing I
saw, the most beautiful thing I experienced in the fifteen or so hours I was
awake and alert to beauty on Monday.
Love is why.
Scarlette’s mother writes of her love on Facebook on more days that I can
count. I met her via my daughter and I’ve watched her step through a year of
unimaginable grief, suffering, searing pain. I admire her grace. I admire her
grit.
Through all her
heart-wrenching words, through every tear, through every bit of anger and
confusion and question and the realization that there are no answers to “Why?”
and that there never will be, one thing about Scarlette’s mother has been most
prominent. Love. I have witnessed such abounding, abiding love for Scarlette.
Like the first ray
of sun after a week of rain, that love has shone. Love in all its perplexities.
Love in all its questions without answers. Love. Beyond the tears, beyond the
gut-stabbing grief, the love exists. It is a beacon to me when my own path
seems uncertain. It is a beacon to everyone fortunate enough to have the honor
of being a part of her year of grief. It is the exquisite color — Scarlette —
red, for the heavy hearts. But beyond the heavy hearts and the tears, the love
remains.
And it’s true, that
such a love does transcend space and time and sorrow. Nothing was more
beautiful to me on Monday than once again seeing and sensing that love for
Scarlette Adora, who was a delight.
[1] Gibran, Kahlil. The Prophet, from “Joy and Sorrow.” Aldred A. Knopf, Inc.: New York. 105th Printing.
November 1980. © 1923, Renewed 1951.
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