It is no wonder Pinterest has become our “beauty” diary, and that once clicked upon becomes addictive. It draws us into the experience of our aesthetic sensibility, and suddenly we feel more at home; we return to work coping more easily and functioning more competently. Why? Because we are creating a field of beauty, an inner space where beauty becomes not just a possible encounter, but a close friend. As subtle and imponderable as beauty is, science is showing us that the perception of beauty stimulates the immune system, protects us from depression, and encourages us to say what touches us—to risk being genuine.
For my mother, beauty was a stable point. She allowed the experience of beauty to come to her, and received it in all its intensity and truth. She listened to her feelings and sensations, and freed herself from the pressures, limitations, and opinions of her time. She found a value she could always trust, and found security even in the midst of the great depression. She knew that life was worth living – her greatest gift to me.
This is my wish for our time together – to create beautiful rooms that allow the occupant’s natural strength and adaptability to meet any difficulty with grace; to allow one person to feel at home and glad to exist. For this person, I wish that the world becomes a place of great interest, of continuing amazement, and of unlimited compassion and empathy.
It is here that we will all be unarmed and open.
With love and gratitude. . .