Glory, glory, glory

oh to be outside! to be in the open air where trees provide the relief from the golden rays and the sound of water is music! the poetry in light, and the subtle movement of the shadows is perfect and haunting.  the way the light lingers with the darkness, illuminating, balancing, revealing just enough. exquisite.  natural things are so honest.  there is no hiding.  no trying to be less than what it is.  trees don't resist being tall, slouching and feeling awkward around the shorter bushes.  flowers are not condemned for being so beautiful.   they are what they were meant to be.  fulfilling their roles perfectly, the variety adding to the beauty.  why can't, or i should say don't, people live like that.  why are some made to feel like they are too much and others like they are not enough.  celebrating your gifts doesn't diminish mine.  cherishing my passions doesn't make yours less worthy.  

open up.  see beauty and recognize it.