Friday, July 12, 2013
I try to live by the counseling rule of not asking my clients to do something that I have not done or would not be willing to do. Today I listened to spring and summer of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. I teared up more than a few times as the beauty of it invited me towards something good and lovely and hopeful. It hurt to listen to it, but what poignantly wonderful pain it was. I sat in between the grind of insurance billing (really, it's true, boring left brained stuff) and a perfect, grassy, sunny meadow that had a slight cool breeze blowing through, and there were butterflies and clouds and I was free.
Beauty stirs up longing. Longing stirs up hope. And, hope is scary stuff, because it points out what is true, and calls us to change how we live. It. Is. Not. Suppose. To. Be. Like. This. We are East of Eden, but not forever. I will numb no longer, but will affix my gaze to what is glorious and beautiful, and it's gonna hurt.