I'm going to begin with an excerpt of a poem by Maggie Smith titled "Good Bones"
"The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative estimate, though I keep that from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged and sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep that from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful."
That last statement, "You could make this place beautiful" really struck me today when I heard it. I've often said you can find inspiration in anything, anywhere through anyone and in any situation. This poem was read (in part) on "Madam Secretary"....a series that was on TV and is currently my hidden pleasure. Anyway, what I heard so much louder than anything else was that last line.
It's so very true. Perspective is the controlling factor in every thing we think, say, do, feel, see and pass on to others. I have been very reflective lately, trying to work some things out about me, my future...my mental health and my faith. I've really been working on changing the dial in my head to see things on a more positive note. This line does that. There are plenty of people that may throw stones at a bird, but look for the one that treasures the bird, there is where you'll find beauty. Plenty of people come into our lives and cause us pain, but look for those that bring beauty into your life.
Beauty is going to be found if you look for it. Misery will keep you company if you open the door. Peace is available inside you....once you set aside your conflicts. Move through your life seeking out the beauty that is there to behold. The more you look, the more you find. The more you find, the more you will look. It's there. YOU put it there. Pick it back up and treasure it.
My rainbow....I found beauty in a poem I had never heard before.
All my love, Me
