No Time for Beauty

On some days, you’ll feel like there’s no time for beauty. No time to take the usual, winding path to the barn, and stop along the way to smell the roses.

You’ll just run over, feed the pigs, and move on with your busy day. But right as you throw in the last potato, the sun breaks through the clouds, hitting a little piglet rolling in the mud, oinking with joy.

You smile, take a deep breath, and grab your feeding bucket. The rest of the day will still be just as busy, but it will be peaceful nonetheless, all because of a little realization, a realization made right in the midst of that busyness, standing in the dirt: There’s always time for beauty — because beauty appears wherever we’re ready to see it.