I have moments, where I am so enraptured by the beauty of something, that it seems my basic common sense or that loud but insistent inner voice developed over a number of years, fails to kick in. Mesmerising beauty, it seems has the power to hurt me, badly. It also is the only thing that has the power to make me cry like a baby.
It is the only time, that I am not hyper-vigilant, suspicious, wary.
The dark of the Australian bush shrouded in moonlight, is enough for me to want to run barefoot and naked through the undergrowth, relying on my animal instincts, howling at the moon.
The majesty and power of a full grown African male lion running full speed straight at me, is enough for me to imagine kneeling in supplication, completely enamored with its beauty. To the point that I would be honoured to be eaten by it. Better than being hit by a bus.
I have often stood over waterfalls and without realising how far I am leaning over the edge of it, I am pulled back by my fiance. He says it is like all reason has left me, and I cannot hear anything but the thunderous sound of water, falling.
I do not have a death wish. I have no interest in jumping out of a plane, or bungee jumping or even driving a car. Shopping centres are generally terrifying, and people more so......
But beauty, well it seduces me beyond what I can describe.......It is also strange, by others comparisons, what I find beautiful. I remember seeing a man who seemed without a home. He was unclean and unkept with long, dirty hair, sitting on a milk crate and smoking a cigarette. But his face....was beautiful. I became so enraptured that I wandered off to talk to him. I found out later from my son that my partner had asked him where I was and my son said "Over there, smoking a cigarette with that homeless guy. Typical mum."
I like those moments.......they don't come often enough.
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