So, I used to be one of those people who, looked at an artistic painting and thought something like, "a three year old could have done that. What's so special about it?"
I know people... embarrassing. I know.
But I am changing. And beauty and art have been growing on me like the taste of wine. I remember first taking a sip a long time ago. It was yucky and made me choke. And now... the taste of wine is, I would say, one of the very best.
Beauty has a way of growing on you. Or, maybe we are growing... and we grow into it. I remember as a high school student... my mom would tell me about how she loved walking up and down the road they live on, just taking in the beauty of nature. "Okay, Mom," I thought. Weirdo.
And now... to walk into the sunshine and feel and smell the fresh breeze as it swooshes through the trees... is something that awakens my heart.
And I think thats the point. I think I'm finally "getting it". I think I understand now, what those artists are trying to "capture" in those paintings I never "got": a beauty that's beyond this realm. It's something you can't describe. It's something that can only be "known".
Although I wished we had visited the Museum of Fine Arts on our little "get-away"... we didn't. Yet, as we walked around the city, I couldn't help but notice the art all around.
And I couldn't help but notice how I wanted to "capture" the beauty that I saw. The beauty that was "known" to me. The beauty that is everywhere. Even in the places we least expect to find it.
But you know what was the best and most beautiful part of "getting away" for a bit?
It was coming home to this...