Like many people, I stumble upon a lot fun, touching, or interesting things online, which I often share for other people to enjoy. (I also stumble across a lot of outrage, but I’m trying to get away from sharing most of that. It seems the world is mad enough without my encouragement.) But I’ve noticed that there is one category that seems to be neglected: the beautiful. It seems that things that are lovely — be it art or literature or nature — aren’t very clickable without some hook.

Beauty for beauty’s sake is missing in our culture. Everything has to have a message or a purpose or a goal. Every story has to have a moral. If you share a picture of something wonderful in the natural world or a beautiful image of humanity, you must be sure to include a call to action/petition to sign/cause to join. Or even worse, it’s shared with a “90% of people won’t even share this; don’t be like those hateful monsters.”

So I’m going to try to deliberately search out the beautiful and share it. I’m starting with beauty that is in our world today — beauty in my neighborhood and beauty by a living artist. I hope you enjoy this beauty and search out the beautiful in your own life — and share it with others.

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

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I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.