Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. Grace is the absence of everything that indicates pain or difficulty, hesitation or incongruity. Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing else to be said about it.

You know what’s hard about beauty… it’s in the eye of the beholder. Some people see something beautiful in others while others seen nothing but a mere ordinary passerby. There are people that I look at and I find myself in awe. I see who they are and I wish that they could see it too. There is one person in particular and every time I see them I wish they could see what I see.  I wish they could see their value in my life as well as the many lives of those who surround me.  This person is such a simple difference maker… and it’s hard to stand by and see this individual not see what i do. But like I said… beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And it’s not just people… it’s everything!

You can take me to a mountain and sit me on the highest peak and I will sit there in awe, breath taken. I can’t get enough. It’s beautiful. Place me on a sailboat in the middle of the sea and the only sound I will seek is the crashing of the alluring and mighty waves. That is beauty.

Take me out into the woods and surround me by a crackling campfire  late at night and I will still stare into the sparkling sky just to see the stars at their best. Because to me it is true beauty.

Hiking up trails and under waterfalls and through meadows on brilliant spring days… that is beautiful.

Eating at Portland City Grill in the evening and watching the sun go down over the  brilliant city and dazzling bridges… is simply beautiful.

Walking on the docks at the marina as the sun comes up just over the fastened sails, with someone amazing is exquisitely beautiful.

Smiles and laughs in late afternoon… beautiful.

Old couples standing strong after sixty years of marriage… beautiful.

Dancing in the rain… beautiful.

Walks in the parks and watching the leaves fall in gleaming autumn… beautiful.

First kisses… beautiful.

Little hands on newborn babies… beautiful.

Exciting adventures with close friends… beautiful.

A perfect board break… beautiful.

So many beautiful things that are so different. Beauty can not always be described. It cannot always be understood. It can not always be defined. It’s just simply beautiful. They are just simply beautiful.

And I know that there are many others out there who would disagree… they do not see these things as I do. But to me they are beautiful.