By Alan Vernon [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
I love to gaze out the bay window in my kitchen while
reading the morning newspaper. A few days ago, I watched a Monarch butterfly
and a black Swallowtail butterfly perform a delicate ballet as they grazed on
the white flowers of a Crepe Myrtle. My pleasure multiplied when a green
hummingbird joined in the dance. I sat mesmerized for several minutes as the
flying creatures moved about the plant, feeding from nature’s bounty. Then the
bird buzzed away, breaking the spell.
Although I’m closer to 100 than 50 years old, I have never
lost my child-like sense of wonder. The intricacies of the world around us are
still amazing to me. When I go out on a clear night, I am at once reminded of
the psalmist’s poem, “When I gaze upon the night sky and consider all the works
thy hand has made…what is man that you are mindful of him?” We live in an
awe-inspiring universe, the parts of which move according to immutable physical
laws that have existed for eons.
The world is filled with beauty—the fragrant blooms of
flowers, the towering waterfalls at Yosemite, the fluffy white clouds of a
summer afternoon. Human beings can also be beautiful. Two weeks ago, I met a
woman who is 93 years old. Her
eyes sparkled with life. She was sharp as a tack and in excellent physical
condition. She was still beautiful. Beauty is not exclusively for the young.
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