In that moment of silence after you hear something truly beautiful, the kind of moment that can last a second or two or your whole life. ~Roberto Bolaño
Much of life is lived at a pace too fast to hear silence, let alone joyfully dwell in quiescence, to contemplate the subtle beauty in a flower bud slowly exploding to full bloom, to deeply appreciate the elegant, swirly strokes in a Van Gogh painting bringing a night sky to life, to examine the gentle undertones in Billie Holiday’s sonorous voice when singing of Strange Fruits, or feel the individual grains of sand in the sinuous curves of a sloping, pink dune creating rosy shadows in response to the kisses from rising Sun.
When I travel outside my body, I like to set my mind free to Walk in Beauty, harmony, the eternity of a moment. It is during those times, I am able to hear those individual grains of sand tumble at the behest of a gentle breeze as if the two were playing together.
It was at such a time I heard the tap-tapity-tap-tap of Ant’s feet skating over lustrous white painted pine, felt the breath of Ant on my cheek while waiting in solitude for Sun to crest the far side of gently rippling Ocean.
I have hundreds of such moments as when sitting at the busy intersection in India sipping lightly sweetened, cardamon tea and heard the heart of a street urchin smile in the frame of unkempt hair and unwashed skin when I gave her a picture of her I had taken to capture the shine in her smile.
I could dwell in each of those moments for a lifetime and feel content knowing I have experienced Walking the Beauty Way.