There are times when beauty is shy and hesitates until it can trust the worthiness of the beholder…Beyond the traffic of voyeuristic seeing, beauty waits until the patience and depth of a gaze are refined enough to engage and discover it.
Funny how, without any invitation, certain memories just pop into your mind. The other day it was the case with “Ronny.” I knew him well. The normal thing for him was to be out of the normal. I admired that until I saw his aggressiveness towards the world going beyond the bounds. I knew then something was locked up inside of him. Tragically, “Ronny” never lived a full life. He turned his aggression onto himself. To this day the haunting questions yearn to be answered.
To gaze on a landscape is to see the immense patience kneaded into its ongoing shaping and formation. Nothing is rushed, no forced deadlines, only an interminable working. My little impatiences always gain enormous perspective in such a gaze, and something in me retreats into rest and peace.