Reflecting this morning on the ranges and stages of what we consider beautiful, which is so often narrowly defined as something pristine and perfect.  When you see something that is changing, metamorphosizing; some would say declining, you fully sense a completely different beauty.  There is a depth and level of complexity that does not exist with perfection.  It is the flow of life from fresh and new to the eternal.  Stuck in the superficial world of canned beauty and perfection, the true beauty that shows us the ebb and flow of all life is overlooked; completely missed. Our brains, our eyes, our hearts - fail to see the gifts in front of us.  
I’m drawn to imperfection all around me.  It is my muse and my teacher.

Reflecting this morning on the ranges and stages of what we consider beautiful, which is so often narrowly defined as something pristine and perfect.  When you see something that is changing, metamorphosizing; some would say declining, you fully sense a completely different beauty.  There is a depth and level of complexity that does not exist with perfection.  It is the flow of life from fresh and new to the eternal.  Stuck in the superficial world of canned beauty and perfection, the true beauty that shows us the ebb and flow of all life is overlooked; completely missed. Our brains, our eyes, our hearts - fail to see the gifts in front of us.  

I’m drawn to imperfection all around me.  It is my muse and my teacher.