I think we need to hold a place for what is beautiful and what is healing and what is wisdom and profound and real, and invent those things if we don’t know what they are. 

“But there’s no beauty in my life”?

Invent it.

-Margie Gillis

Watching this film, I am blown away by the sheer visual lushness of the slow motion, high definition photography. It takes something that would have been beautiful on its own, and it ramps it up. Suddenly, the film isn’t just showing a woman dancing, it’s revealing the dance that is everywhere.

~The shifting folds in the falling fabric of her cloak and scarf.

~The simple beauty of a foot taking a single step—the shift of the weight and the movement of the joints.

~The stretch and reach of her fingers.

~The swirl and billow of her hair.

~The shine of her smile as she moves.

These are all dances in their own right. They are all beautiful.

The world dances around you. How many dances do you witness every single day?

~The glint of an icicle.

~The swoop and soar of a seagull.

~The billow of smoke from a chimney.

~The staccato passage of pedestrians.

~The stretch and shiver of an awakening cat.

How can you hold a place for what is beautiful?

What beauty do you see in your everyday life?