Beauty Just Because
The front desk called. “Would you please unlock the playground?” Doris asked. “The landscapers are here.” I always love getting that call. It gives me a chance to escape into the outdoors for a few minutes to breathe fresh air and hear the birds.
I had spotted the shrubbery behind the locked gate as I walked past it when I arrived for the day. A row of waist-high bushes were sporting hundreds of globes of white blossoms that looked like fat popcorn balls.
I grabbed my camera from my purse as I headed out the door. This was a chance to get my daily photo; it would be raining by the time I left for the day.
As I approached the bushes I saw that the blooms were a miniature hydrangea of some sort. My eyes quickly swept across the panorama, waiting for just the right groupings of flowers and leaves to call me. And when they did, I focused in close.
Suddenly I was engulfed in visions of delicate beauty and subtle hues. “Just look at these! Look at these!” I said to myself as I composed my shots. Each globe was actually a small bouquet, fit for the hand of a bride. “How lovely!”
As much as I enjoy framing landscapes in my camera’s viewfinder, the close-in views move me the most. Seeing the artistry in the smallest details, the harmony and balance and grace of the lines, the delicacy of petals, awes me. Deep in the woods, or here, in a locked playground, where no one may ever see them or notice, are these masterpieces of living art.
They unfold in beauty regardless, following the dictates of grand cosmic laws that, in their perfection, render beauty in everything they bring into being. Whether we see or notice it or not.
I quickly snap half a dozen shots and turn away. My duties call. But I am renewed now. And when I walk into the clinic’s lobby all the faces I see are touching and beautiful.
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