Sun is brightly shining in a strange white light behind the clouds and at the same time it is raining heavily. It is strange, it feels strange – and beautiful.
I have started having more of this “strange and beautiful” flavour in my daily life for a while now. Feels like listening to a piece of music that doesn’t sit anywhere in your mind’s files, you have no names for it, at some corners it feels edgy really – and still…you seem to enjoy it.
Or…like tasting a new food, an exotic fruit maybe, that might look like something you know or not, that has the strangest, most awkward combination of flavours you can’t even describe – and huh! still…you seem to enjoy it.
It is a combination of new and unknown and joy, a journey of meeting and opening into possibilities beyond imagination. It squeezes and opens, contracts and expands me at the same time. Hmmm, now when I put it that way, it really feels like it makes my heart beat:
Strange and beautiful makes my heart beat.
I love looking through the lens of “strange and beautiful”,
may be every little thing is a bit strange and beautiful,
may be every person is a bit strange and beautiful,
may be I am strange and beautiful.
I am. Strange and beautiful.
Now only a few minutes later, the sun is gone and it is so dark at 9 am in the morning that I need to turn on the lights. May be I will go and light a candle instead, for celebrating “Strange and Beautiful”…
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