Going small and beautiful

Better writers, philosophers, scholars, poets – and even some wildly famous for everything but common sense – have had something to say about beauty. 

Let’s face it, who hasn’t delivered a brushstroke onto this particular canvas?

From Confucius with “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it” to Shakespeare’s “Beauty’s a doubtful good, a glass, a flower lost, faded, broken, dead within the hour.” To Gwyneth Paltrow, who believes beauty is being comfortable in your own skin or a kick-ass red lipstick. 

It’s a well-covered field so forgive me if I go small in this incredibly big realm. It’s the little things that mean beauty to me. First smiles – can you remember your child’s first smile, word, footsteps? Was there anything more beautiful? 

Your grandparents’ hands when they held yours. I still remember my nana’s little wisp of a hand. Worn and wrinkled from working every day of her life and having nine children, hers was the most beautiful hand on an equally beautiful person. 

Small wins throughout your life, like getting the job you interviewed for and putting on your wedding dress to marry the one you love. That’s beauty. Not objects nor cars, money, jewels, homes, all of which I’ve valued, but beauty touches your soul; it doesn’t just add to your assets.