Learning How to See...

As I sit here to write my very first blog post, I am reminded of opening a crisp new journal and staring at the first blank page...The journal has been chosen with care. It's beautiful, compelling and waiting for me. I stare at the page hesitant to as to what to write. Will the contents really be anything noteworthy? Will I want to read it again years from now? Will my children find the many journals that I've filled in a dusty attic someday? And will they want to be reading of the joys and agonies in this journey I call my life.

Here I sit before this screen with the same apprehension, but also with a sense of empowerment and excitement, even anticipation of what is to come. I've entitled my blog "Running into Beauty" and if I could add a sub-title it would be: "Learning How to See."

You see, pun intended, my life is fairly ordinary. There is nothing extraordinary about me as a single solitary human being, but it's about me and the folks all around me...It's about running into beauty in the everyday but knowing/learning how to see it; lay hold of it; and call it what it is. I am a person who needs to see beauty--to keep running into it--to taste it---to smell it---to savor it--to feel it. I don't want to miss it anymore by being so busy and blinded. This blog will be my attempts at embracing and recounting beauty! Hope that you will come walk along this journey with me and find loads of beauty in your life too.

"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting."
           Ralph Waldo Emerson

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