Reading some poetry today…

My favorite poets have such a depth tenderness of observation. You feel they are caring things into place through their beholding. That it is less about them, and more about mending the world, as some have put it. Beauty is in the “I” of the beholder as Buber put it. When we engage in Love, both and the other are changed towards Life. I love thinking of aesthetics as a healing act. To behold well, calls forth Life in all directions. When we see even the creatures for what they really are, outside of our needs, we haven them, and somehow ourselves as well.