Beauty Poured out

I admit it we live in some dark days. Earthquakes, governmental uprisings, natural disasters. Murder, rape, domestic violence, women selling themselves in the clubs and in the streets. Pimps and traffickers transporting innocent children across international and domestic borders. To the naked eye things look bleak and they would be justified in what they see, however I feel that though this world is being cracked and bruised there is still beauty that is being poured out. It takes open eyes and hearts to see and listen to the things going on around us.

I consider myself to be a “life spelunker”, one who takes the life that has been given to me, grabs on and straps in, lowering myself deeper in search for life and inspiration beneath the surface.

Here is what I see, here is the elegance I see infusing into this world…
The other night I went to the symphony knowing it was already going to be a night of
spellbinding harmonies and melodies and to my surprise I found myself sitting four rows from a renowned violinist and watched her play a 1720 'Red Mendelssohn' Stradivarius. According to the music world this is a rare instrument these days and even rarer for being in such great condition to play. As I watched her perform, her radiance in the music she was making opened my eyes to seeing extravagance being poured out like I have never seen. She captivated us with her love for playing and invited the audience go to on a journey with her, one filled with hope and light. Not only are individuals putting life back into this world, but even in creation things continuously show up and displays itself for all to see. The other day a friend of mine was describing a sunrise that she had witnessed and in its enchantment brought tears to her eyes and in that she said, “How can we say there is no life here on this earth? How can we say that there is no beauty here on earth? Look around, there is life all around us.”

People all around are making magnificence in all sorts of creative ways. Life is happening all around us. We have to be in tune to the ways it presents itself in dark times. A woman choosing the path to recovery after a life of being involved in the sex industry, a new born baby crying as it comes into this world, an artist who is sitting among the flowers recreating life on a canvas. These are the ways of hope, this is splendor being poured into cracks.

Regards,
A lifetime spelunker