For some unclear reason, over the past few days I got into watching Prix De Lausanne (I am sure because the YouTube algorithm somehow recommended one of the videos) and I cannot stop... I became mesmerized by the beauty of ballet dancers' movements. I have always been fascinated by the degree of motor control athletes achieve but I never had an aesthetic experience from watching sports. Ballet, on the other hand, somehow over the past few days has been infusing me with this intense fascination with how beautifully and gracefully human bodies are able to move. This whole thing is very bizarre as never in my life was I interested in the ballet. I guess, I would have to actually go and see this in person sometime.
I don't seek out dance either, but every time I've had occasion to go to a dance performance, I've loved it. There's something just visceral about the ephemeral art of physical movement.
Beauty is important for many reasons. One is that it brings us to another space, another realm, so to speak, showing us not only what is, but also what could be. The power of beauty is, in my view, connected to love. When we encounter beauty, we feel good.
What do I find beautiful? There are so many things--artwork, music, poetry--but l would like to here focus my attention on the natural world. Canada Geese in flight, in V formation, honking their directions; a Mute Swan posing in elegance on a lake; Arya the Cockatiel, my avian companion preening; and this morning, Henry Newton, the grey feral cat who I feed daily, just being his feline self. He was purring up a storm.
Ooh, I hadn't thought about the connection between beauty and love--I mean, of course when it comes to people they're connected quite a bit (not unproblematically), but I hadn't quite connected it in the case of other things.
For some unclear reason, over the past few days I got into watching Prix De Lausanne (I am sure because the YouTube algorithm somehow recommended one of the videos) and I cannot stop... I became mesmerized by the beauty of ballet dancers' movements. I have always been fascinated by the degree of motor control athletes achieve but I never had an aesthetic experience from watching sports. Ballet, on the other hand, somehow over the past few days has been infusing me with this intense fascination with how beautifully and gracefully human bodies are able to move. This whole thing is very bizarre as never in my life was I interested in the ballet. I guess, I would have to actually go and see this in person sometime.
I don't seek out dance either, but every time I've had occasion to go to a dance performance, I've loved it. There's something just visceral about the ephemeral art of physical movement.
Beauty is important for many reasons. One is that it brings us to another space, another realm, so to speak, showing us not only what is, but also what could be. The power of beauty is, in my view, connected to love. When we encounter beauty, we feel good.
What do I find beautiful? There are so many things--artwork, music, poetry--but l would like to here focus my attention on the natural world. Canada Geese in flight, in V formation, honking their directions; a Mute Swan posing in elegance on a lake; Arya the Cockatiel, my avian companion preening; and this morning, Henry Newton, the grey feral cat who I feed daily, just being his feline self. He was purring up a storm.
Ooh, I hadn't thought about the connection between beauty and love--I mean, of course when it comes to people they're connected quite a bit (not unproblematically), but I hadn't quite connected it in the case of other things.
And thanks for the list of beautiful things. :)