I saw two inspiring sights today: one was a huge orange moon. The other was a human face.
As I drove home from London a couple of hours ago, the moon hung low over the highway. All was black around, and it shone like a beacon in the sky. My breath slowed and the beauty came home.
Other beauties of the world have come my way, and I have been blessed to be in their presence. A few weeks ago, there were the thousand-year-old buildings of Ghent, Belgium, glowing with Christmas lights. Many years past, I climbed a sandy ridge on the west coast of Vancouver Island to see at the summit miles of Long Beach, the waves from Japan crashing onto the sand below.
I have stood atop Mount Lineham in Alberta’s Waterton Lakes National Park, a sea of peaks spread before me. I have seen the golden harbour of Toubacouta, Senegal at sunset, with fishing boats lying at rest. I have sat within a hollowed-out cave on the Bruce Peninsula in Ontario, gazing at the sky above.
All these reminders of transcendence, and more, have graced my life. The land, the sea and the structures of man have made me happy.
But the best and brightest of wonders reside in the human face:
My eight-year-old friend Ali in Senegal, smiling into my eyes
as he shook my hand “Bonjour”
My dear wife Jodiette gazing deep into me
as we shared a window table
in Chez Temporel
a sweet restaurant on Quebec City’s Rue Couillard
My friend Sharyn being with me
in a mutual awakening practice this afternoon
the space between us glowing with love
No need to travel to the far corners of the world for beauty
although you will also find it there
Just look, really look, at the person beside you