Being beacons of hope

Breathe in beauty.

I am conscious of so much ugliness in the world and don’t want to drown in its waves. I want to rise above it, not as a moral indictment but as a beacon of hope.

Breathe in beauty.

Stand in the natural world’s presence, even if it’s a tree in the park or a flower in the garden. Let the awesomeness of a sunset or a sunrise elevate our souls.

Or let a poem or a picture restore our sense of transcendence – beauty expressed in our presence.

Breathe in beauty and breathe out hope.

Nothing more … yet everything.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿