Embody Real BeautySHANNON IRIS

Sometimes when I  run around spouting off about the importance of Beauty, I feel silly.  A woman standing next to me saved a life – doing the world obvious good.  The question arises, what am I actually doing?  My work feels frivolous sometimes when I compare it  to the work of others, when I am craving the tangible, when I want immediate understandable results.

What purpose does it serve to seek out and proliferate Real Beauty?  Is it frivolous?

And then I remember my life before…. before I put my sights on Beauty.   And I understand again.

Beauty has become like the sun, warming the barren regions and pulling out the life that lay fallow beneath the surface .  I have thrown Beauty up into the sky over everything in my life and it now informs me, pulling right action up into the light.  Instead of making specific choices about what to do in my life, I am making choices about what I want “see” in my life.   I want Beauty.

The results are that Life is erupting and the process is so rich and organic.  More and more striking experiences grace me beyond what I could have ever imagined for myself.

It is worth noting that sometimes what bursts through the soil of my life looks much like a weedy species that I want to pull out immediately.  I am shocked to find some pokey, stubborn, unsightly thing where I was expecting a rose bush…  and then I remember the function of weeds – to dig their tap roots deep deep into the earth and extract minerals and nutrients living there in the dark recesses below the surface.  Ahhh – remember the process.  And then I can feel the life  pulsing, pulsing up through the weeds in the soil where there was nothing before – and I believe that the weeds are prepping the soil for what comes next.

This way of living I have chosen is the way of Real Beauty.