If we attempt to own beauty, we corrupt it.

daughter of the moon, kin to its rhythm of red tide.

Yet beauty is so quietly woven through our ordinary days that we hardly notice it. Everywhere there is tenderness, care and kindness, there is beauty.

Because our present habit of mind is governed by the calculus of consumerism and busyness, we are less and less frequently available to the exuberance of beauty.

It reminds us that we are children of the eternal and that our time on earth is meant to be a pilgrimage of growth and creativity.

we should remember that beauty does not restrict its visitations only to those whom fortune or circumstances favour.

criticism and make your heart into a place of torment. Harsh and unrelenting, it finds fault with everything. Even when unexpected acknowledgement or recognition comes your way, this voice will claw at you and make you feel you are unworthy. Nothing can ever be good enough. In some people’s lives this self-critical voice is highly developed and has

Imagine: if the mind of the politician and developer could awaken to the ancient integrity of landscape, it would become more and more difficult to damage the beauty of nature.

The pedestrian sequence of a working day breaks, a new door opens and the heart recognizes the silent majesty of the ordinary.