A small chalkboard hangs in my kitchen. I scribble quotes on it from time to time, bits of thought encapsulated by someone who stopped to think about what is good or right or true.
For a while now, it has offered only two words: Live beautifully.
Some people raise their eyebrows when they see it. Some shift in slight discomfort, as though it were an inappropriate glimpse behind the curtain of my soul. Most ignore it. A few ask.
What do I mean by that? Live beautifully.
I mean that I choose to fill myself with all that is whole and healthful, genuine and bold, gentle and courageous and wise. Things that build instead of break. Exploration that brims the heart to overflowing, until I can’t help but share my gratitude with anyone, everyone, in my path. Quietly. Subtly. Beautifully.
Of course I fail at this sometimes. I am no better than anyone else. But it matters that I try.
The best views follow the steepest climbs, my friends.
And I am atop a mountain.
Your responses to my recent posts are part of what got me here. They have filled. I hope to repay you.