In struggle, beauty
I find the most beautiful things are imperfect and defined by struggle.
My favorite tree in my backyard is a dogwood that, by all indications, has had a challenging life. It is scarred. Pushed over by some accident of the past. At its terminus, where trees grow, it dies and needs pruning each year, unable to sustain growth that leads downward.
But in all this struggle is a unique beauty. I am honored to see this beauty in people too. I work with people who are missing a limb. There is no mistaking the impact on their lives, but if you look, there is no missing the beauty.