Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
It is a catchy way of saying that beauty cannot be judged objectively. And the reason? Well… what one person finds beautiful, or snappy, or completely groovy…. another person may not see it that way. At all. Period. Vamoose.
Oh, we have heard it before. We have seen the walking examples. We’ve looked at two people and have said… “Now what in the world does she see in him….?” Or something.
But there are times, in life, when most everyone AGREES on the beauty-thing.
Here is what happened in my world today. We happened to get some baby chickens… bright and early this morning. And. Oh my word. They are completely and absolutely adorable. Fluffy little bundles of delightful!
I am telling you… ALL baby chickens are cute. Bank on this. The world would be a better place if we all just had a little baby chicken.
I, for one….. would love to have a pet-baby-chicken. Well. We sort of have 20 right now. But they are not going to stay baby chickens. They grow up to be roosters, and hens, and such.
So yes. Today was an extraordinary day by this measure. When something like this occurs, we stand and take notice. It is not every day that you walk in to your garage and have a pen full of live Peeps.
But this was unique. And, the flip-side of that…. is often referred to as the “ordinary.” Each and every day… we are surrounded by our every day ins-and-outs. Yet. Within that place…. there is plenty to be in complete “wonder” about. There are things all around us, every single minute of every hour… which join the ranks of the incredible.
A bug on a leaf. The branch on a tree. Telephones. That piece of warm toast with melted butter. A hot cup of coffee. Our eyesight. The rain. Toothpaste.
These things are beautiful too. Each in their own way. Behold.
But wait! There’s more. There is us. The we. The each other. We the people are beautiful. That reassuring smile on a friend’s face. The kindness of a stranger who has just held the door. The touch on our arm, from the love of our life, letting us know that it is all going to be okay. These are things of wonder, and beauty.
Yes. It is not every day we get a baby chicken.
But it is every day…. that we get 1,440 minutes…. of something beautiful. Something good. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But I will be holding this all close to my heart.
“We are what we believe we are!”
― C.S. Lewis
“It’s amazing what you can see when you just sit quietly and look.”
― Jacqueline Kelly, The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate