Category: Fiction

Nature is high on my list of beautiful things. I love exploring the woods and walking by water, rivers, streams, lakes. I have seen, unfortunately, that many people, preoccupied with the anxieties that modern life imposes on us, fail to appreciate the beauty in natural spaces

Beauty, in and of itself, is pleasurable. And to contemplate beauty is to evoke pleasure. Not to be mistaken with aesthetic beauty that pleases the worldly senses, beauty in its most true form is an effect that elevates the soul. 

Sitting with a friend, drinking hot chocolate and actually looking at each other, taking each other in. And more, truly listening to each other. There is no greater gift than full attention. That is the deeper beauty.

Those most cherished of personal freedoms: peaceful and uninterrupted relaxation, contemplation, appreciation, recreation and conversation.

A mountain is universally beautiful, overwhelming in its grandeur. Stunning in its awe. Anyone can look at a mountain and find it beautiful. We all look at mountains and find them beautiful. But I don’t believe all beauty to be as obvious.