I was working on a little project the other day using some beads sourced from Africa. As I did this, I was struck to my core by the little bits of beauty and creativity that they represented, gifting me the ability to embellish out in the world around me in a way that helped free my mind. They, for me, were little magic reminders of imagination holding the key to free ourselves from prisons of limitation that exist only in our minds.
There is such incredible beauty to be found in the small adornments that we so often overlook in our rush to get at the big picture. And at times, the precious details get overlooked when the clarity of vision blurs during the experience of just trying to keep the head figuratively above water. Asking if I can see beauty then becomes a wonderful marker for tracking how present I am in any given moment.
What is found as being beautiful itself is wonderfully unique within the eye of each beholder, but remembering our ability to see the world around us as beautiful, is a universal powerful tool for remembering we are all already free.
“God is in the details” –Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
The header picture for this post is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I feel privileged to have been able to make a bracelet out of some of these very same beads. Around my wrist I now wear a wonderful reminder of the freedom and beauty that we all be.
Close your eyes and imagine something beautiful.
Now open them.
Make it real again.
Cover of Coldplay song which was written after also being inspired by that particular scene in Shawshank Redemption:
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly
And dreams of paradise
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She’d say, “oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise”
This could be paradise