Posts Tagged: defining beautiful

beautiful stuff midweek in a february

Thirteen: Today’s sunshine.  It’s above O°C, for starters, and that is always a bloody beautiful day this time of year.  But the sun – whooo boy do we need it.  I take vitamin D supplements but there’s an extra dose of something in that sunshine – like some secret vitamin that worms its way through your pores and bones and finds its way to your soul. 

But it’s more than that today – the sun is different today.  It's closer, more present.  I could feel it enveloping me down there on the ground, as opposed to just shining down and filtering its way through the blanket of winter.  It’s as if spring is hovering at the door deciding whether to come in.  I say come on in Spring – you’re never more beautiful than you are when you’re hovering at the door.

Fourteen: This post by Steve.  My friend – women everywhere are going to be jealous of your beached goddess.  Finding wonder in long-established love, what could be more beautiful?

Fifteen: This cookbook, which I bought on the weekend.  I have to make myself not buy cookbooks; I could sit and look at them forever.  But I allowed myself this one because I buy the magazine often and I justified the cookbook thinking that instead of buying the magazine every month, I would buy this at the cost of less than two issues.  (Who am I kidding?  It’s a beautiful magazine.)

Clean eating 
These days I'm particularly enamoured with cookbooks featuring natural, unprocessed food.  Natural food is of the most beautiful gifts this planet shares with us, and meals that are simply and lovingly prepared from it is more beauty for the soul.  This winter I’m in love with food more than I’ve ever been – maybe it was my way of enduring embracing the winter months.  When my television is on, it’s on Food Network most of the time – when I'm not cooking and eating, I'm watching somebody else cooking and eating. 

Recently I had to put a moratorium on kitchen activities because I had too many things saved in the freezer for my lunches and dinners.  I’ve used it up and am rocking the kitchen again.  Last night I made Turkey Chili Taco Soup and I’m counting down the minutes until lunchtime so I can eat it.  

Sixteen: How I feel when I do yoga.  My body is not a lot of things.  But it continues to be flexible and bendy and for that I feel fortunate, because the little bit of heaven I feel at the end of a yoga session is something you just can’t bottle.  I’m so ready for serious some outside action again, but in the meantime, daily yoga makes me happy – and beautiful.

How do you define what's beautiful?

imagining a friendly debate at my kitchen table

Aristotle and I
would probably argue at the dinner table
about what constitutes
beauty

beauty he said
is represented in

order
symmetry
definiteness

I differ
all around
and pour us another glass of wine

he sounds a little uptight

beauty I say
is

old more often than new
odd more than even
irregular not regular
free flow over precise
spontaneous rather than meticulous

or at least it seems that way

I say
imperfections are marks
of

strata
history
magic

but you know
there’s been a lot of water under the bridge
since
our guy
philosophized about stuff

I wonder
would he still define
order, symmetry, definiteness
as those things that give
pleasure and satisfaction

today?

maybe

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