Boston Romance: Part 3: Art: "I think I'm getting it"

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...

Beauty walks a razor's edge

My husband and I were honored to be guests at our friend's wedding this past weekend. It was such a night. Beautiful. Seriously, elegantly, beautiful. For the event, my cousin adorned me with her hand made hair-piece. I walked a bit taller that night. I felt... "like a woman".

Beauty is a funny thing isn't it? I think that all of us women "walk the line" of balancing "being beautiful" and being "owned" by "being beautiful". I'll explain. That night, on our way down to the wedding I was "somewhere" else. My husband was talking to me, and I couldn't really hear him. I was gazing out the window wondering if I would be "pretty enough". 

Owned.

And then, later that night, while my husband was watching and smiling as I was dancing with my girlfriends... I felt beautiful. I wasn't wondering who thought I looked "good". I wasn't wondering if my arms looked fat. I was dancing. And enjoying the beauty all around me...  

our smiles, our dresses, our heals, our laughter...

the lights, the joy, the music, the flowers, the cheesecake.

And the beauty in the celebration of love. 

(photo taken by my friend)

"Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there,

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair,

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns,

Come in, she said I'll give you shelter from the storm...

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line

Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

Come in, she said 

I'll give you shelter from the storm"

-Bob Dylan

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