Category: Fiction

Beauty lies in the transformative power of words. I love the way the rhythm, musicality and juxtaposition of words on a page can ignite all five senses and create whole worlds in the mind.

Words can convey the humble grace of a coffee cup left next to an open book, or touch on the untold stories that once fell within the bare walls of a campus dorm room. Beauty is everywhere . . . if we can find the words. 

Beauty is harmony, and balance. It is in things seen and unseen, and it is always in light and freedom. You see beauty in specks of dust floating in the air, swirling around us; you see it in a falling leaf, spiraling to the ground, and in the first crocuses of spring.

Beauty comes in moments, when something seen or heard or felt has the power to expand the spaces between heartbeats, make the inhale or exhale of breath be forgotten.  Beauty lives in those pauses. There are no internal monologues, critical eyes, or external distractions.  In the end everything else is still. 

Beauty changes you, if only for a subtle moment. It strengthens the pulse, gathers and releases breath, expands the heart, glows in the mind. Unless you shut it out, beauty engages you in a relationship…