True Beauty

So if a beautiful flower grows up in the middle of the woods and no one ever sees it, is it beautiful? I've heard it said that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder---but what if it is never beheld? If no one really appreciates something for what it is, does it lose its value?

So many of the quandries of life come down to a matter of definitions. What makes something beautiful? What makes something valuable? Is it simply if somone values it? Or finds it so? I had a professor once say that beauty is NOT in the eyes of the beholder--it is truth and the evidence of God that makes something beautiful. That is why you can find a story beautiful, or a poem--because it speaks to our hearts of truth and goodness, even though it's not visible for us to see.

If that's true, then beauty is never wasted--any kind of beauty. Because beauty that doesn't show evidence of God, isn't true beauty at all, and that which is true, is all for Him anyway. And God has never needed man to acknowledge His glory to be glorious.

Puff and powder

So, in my convalascence, getting back to being well rested and being able to eat solid foods, I visited my local library. I found some delightful stories that I've read before, though have forgotten the details of--if you like adventure and romance and fun and history, read something by Patricia Veryan. You won't be sorry.

Anyway, the books that I've been reading are set around 1746, when everyone powdered their hair. Such a weird practice! I mean, why would anyone purposely make their hair look white? I mean, there are already too many hairs of that particular shade on my own head for my liking--why would I want to make them all that color? And we could just chalk (no pun intended) it up to crazy English people, but these same kinds of people (though a generation removed perhaps) came to found our own country. They wore wigs (usually cropping their own hair to do so) and powdered their hair (with some distressing health effects eventually) and thought they looked stylish... I don't get it.

Back from the depths of busyness

So, my work schedule is finally a lot less crowded and I have a little room to breathe, and blog. Missed an entire month. If it makes it any better, I barely noticed the month of May. It was here, I was crazy and then it was gone and I was still crazy. Now that June is half over, I'm sane again, though I lost all my wisdom teeth.. so maybe wisdom leads to craziness..mmm, seems something to think about before I despair over my usual lack of sense.