|Sunrise Sunday Morning in Sedona.|
Even in High School, I had a hard time thinking that the truth of homelessness, world hunger or poverty was beautiful. The seedy, shady, and stark truths of living here on earth just don't seem very beautiful, but Keats seems to believe this is true if we take his lines at face value. At the same time, there is something intuitive about the beautiful that points us to something beyond ourselves.'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
|Some trees along the race course in Sedona|
|Another Sunrise picture from Sedona|
|Unlike this Lorikeet at the Ostrich farm, most of us aren't born with such pretty plumage!|
I'd rather have the kind of beauty that comes from within--the kind that shines through because of who you are, not what you look like or what you wear. I had a roommate in college like that. She positively glowed because of her relationship with God and the beauty of her spirit. And, as long as I continue to strive in that direction, where I am right now is the ugliest I will ever be. With this kind of beauty, all of us have the potential to be a solid 10! This kind of beauty is much harder to achieve, though, as it requires being painfully honest with ourselves about our flaws--our personal pettiness and habitual sins--and opening ourselves up to letting God help us build the kind of virtues that overcome those flaws.
|Some sort of flower on one of the trails around Sedona.|