Daily Dose of Wonder

 

The exterminator comes back tomorrow.  One more day of everything being in bags and me willfully managing to focus on the one or two pretty things in the room that make me feel calm and relaxed.  ONE MORE DAY.

It’s funny to me how much difference it makes that things be pretty.  Well, to be honest, it’s funnier to me that everyone on the planet doesn’t feel the same way.  They do, of course, people react almost universally to beauty, but not everyone is attuned to it in a way that compels them to do anything about it.  I can’t imagine what that would be like, my need to make my world look and feel the way I want it to is reflexive, constant, almost always at attention.

I’m fascinated by the way that other people put themselves together too.  In fact, I love it.  I love the way people choose their clothing, inhabit their clothing, and select their surroundings.

It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover, but it’s also true that we do it anyway.  Our covers, our surfaces, are the interface between us and the outside, between us and others.  It’s true that it can be a mask, but it’s just as likely to be the portal, the way in, the path to the center.

Venus is about beauty, but it’s also about heart, about connection.  The two are more related than you might think.