So, yeah, the world is full of ugly stuff. Here’s a place to write about something beautiful you found in the middle of ugliness. What was the ugliness? What was the beauty? Can you still think back on that beauty in times of ugliness and if so, what’s that like?
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there was a group of friends i had and we would all just cuddle up during lunch, it was nice, sorry if this isn't what you wanted, it was just one of the things that made me happiest
The only time I feel absolutely beautiful is when I come back from a meal when I am working in Alaska. I hurry down the dock and throw on raingear and quickly become saturated with fish blood and chemicals. Everything smells terrible and I'm so tired and My clothes are beyond dirty but I feel goregous. The secret? Something about the combination of a quick meal and the wind hitting my cheeks gives my face a red-hot glow that lasts for two or three hours after I eat. It warms me up and makes me blush.
I was a nanny for a three year old and an infant. The infant cried a lot in public places (because babies do). Even at "playgroup," which was a place for kids, I would feel like, "shit, my kid is crying." My nervousness about the publics reaction was the worst at the library ("shhhh"), where I would take the three year old to story hour. Sometimes I could take him outside, or away from onlookers, other times I could not. It was when I was stuck in public with a crying baby that I'd really get stressed!
Finally, I was able to tap into some sort of calm place. In doing that, I was able to determine what he needed better. It was a completely gutteral experience. No thinking could take place, or else the calm would not work..
It started by me, sort of "singing along" in my head to his cries. It would always end (sooner or later), in him being calm, too.
Staying up all night to do a book report, and only taking a quick nap, I felt the world to be a quiet, lonely place. However, as I stepped outside to have a smoke, it was sunrise. The wind was gently blowing, and the birds were out. Such a tranquil, calming beauty.
a bright, orange leaf fell directly in front of my path when i was walking. i called my friend to tell him about it.
When I went through my divorce I was ex-communicated by my religion. People stopped calling, I was treated like a ghost, someone dead. I started to feel like a ghost, hollow and empty. I was bitter and cynical, expected people to turn on me when they didn't approve. I kept my distance.
A woman moved in three houses down. She introduced herself and got my typical lukewarm response. She still kept coming up and being friendly, so I started being icy. She wasn't chilled and instead asked me, "So what's your, they hurt me?" I was shocked by her compassion in the face of my bitterness. It shocked me alive to see beauty in another person again.
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