There’s music, or art, or a kind of beauty that reliably cracks you open. You don’t make much time for it. It’s a doorway you keep walking past.
“What would you have me know about the beauty that moves me?”
Some additional insights around this question:
- What piece of beauty reliably reaches you?
- What does it stir that daily life keeps covered?
- How could you let more of it in on purpose?
