“Art is both the taking and giving of beauty; the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.”
We, man kind, are constantly in a state of movement. We go, we do, we see, we conquer; we eat, breath, dream, and feel the constant currents that crash in cascading waves all around us. It is so easy and yet so hard. Every day has its battle. Some are harder than others, some are deep valleys that will seemingly go on forever, while others still are great mountains that we will pase around until we realize there is no way to go but up. Trudging, we walk through these moments, feeling the weight of the currents crashing over us with every step. We stare at our feet, carefully placing one infront of the other, ever onward, we move.
What if we were, in those moments of struggle, to pause.
Step off the path and look up from our feet.
Open our eyes. There is so much good, so much beauty, so much greatness in the world that we miss by starting at our feet.
Drew was telling me about this photo he saw the other day. There was a woman, sitting in a Italian paradise, in a sweater that draped below one should and her hair falling in soft waves around her sereen face, “There was something about it,” he said, “It just seemed so ideal, so beautiful… Why is that when you are actually in those moments they never feel that dreamy or romantic?”
I can’t say that I know fully, but I have an idea. We are constantly shown what life “should” be. Advertisers and screen writers now how to make the world into just what they know we think it should be. This place of ideal beauty and perfect conflict resolution. A place where the sun sets like a painting behind you as you drink a glass of wine with candle light and the man (woman) of your dreams. They have robbed us being able to see the beauty that is right infront of us.
I turned 25 this week. A quarter of a century young. To be frank, I don’t care about the age, but I am not incredibly fond of birthdays. The world of advertisers have told me my whole life that birthdays are the best! That I should love celebrating my being born by dancing and partying the night away. However, birthdays past have left me feeling alone and disappointed (Car crashes and birthdays fully forgotten tend to do that to a sensitive girl like myself), and so when the day rolled around I was mentally prepared to be let down… Why? Because I was subconsciously convinced that history always repeats it self, which is asinine.
The greater part of the day wasn’t anything special, totally fine with me, but Drew insisted on taking me out that night… My first reaction was “No, thats ok, we don’t have to… It’s just another day.” Thankfully Drew saw right through my bull shit sullen attitude and insisted.
There really wasn’t anything overtly extraordinary about that night. We went to dinner and then dessert. And I could leave it at that… but it wouldn’t be right. I would have, mentally, been starting at my feet the whole night had I not realized very early on in the evening that there is more than disappointment in the world when it comes to birthdays and history only becomes a skipping record when we are too lazy to get up and change it. That is to say, by looking outward and not staring at my feet we were able to have the most amazing night!
We had dinner and drinks at Cliff’s Edge in Silver Lake, a random find with the most amazing Chickpea Fritters and cocktails that are divinely tasty and dangerously strong.The conversation was fantastic, we joked about setting people up on dates and bringing them to this out door oasis for a dinner under cafe lights. We even went so far as to surmise that the mood would be the perfect spark to start what would be the most romantic relationship of all time… second only to ours of course (we may or may not have over active imaginations).
After dinner we went into Down Town LA for coffee and dessert at Bottega Louie. Such a dream! I fall even more in love with that place every time I say its name. There was a moment as we sat, in the bustling cafe, eating macarons and sipping our coffees, where I thought… perfection… life will never be more beautiful or more happy than this moment right now.
Its the little things. The simple moments of coffee and macarons that make my heart hurt for the beauty in the world. It gives me hope and makes me realize that maybe the mountain isn’t so steep, maybe the crushing pressures of constant movement aren’t so oppressive, and that maybe, if I raise my eyes, I will see all the beauty this messy, chaotic world has to offer.