I have long believed that beauty gives solace when we find ourselves in pain.
It’s one reason I moved to a beautiful place.
Out my window, two birches stand serenely over an old stone wall, a hawk soars over the meadow, the snow has receded to patches. I will likely walk soon, as I do most days, to Lake Michigan. I will watch, for a moment, the waves. The water’s color and its mood changes daily: sometimes fierce, sometimes placid. It is always beautiful. There is always solace.
I have taken a hiatus from writing here,* but it seems a fitting time to come back. Even here, in rural Wisconsin, far away from the thick of fear and hoarding and shutdowns, it feels somber. Anger, disappointment, anxiety abound; it is time to deal kindly with one another, to give however we can.
In the next few weeks, I plan to give higher tips in restaurants, support local shops, donate food, and check in with my friends who will get lonely. But beyond that, my help feels small.
However, I DO live in a beautiful place. So here’s my little tiny gift of beauty. Far it be for me to hoard this beauty that I am able to see every day. For those of you who need to see something beautiful just now, I hope it’s solace for your pain.
* I spent the first semester of this year as a long-term substitute at a local high school. I helped students read, think ( hopefully,) and write words, and thus had no energy left to write my own.