Beautiful Morning, As Always

I’ve just returned from a morning walk, and am sitting on my rear deck as I type. Moments ago I was thinking I would begin this blog entry by noting that it’s a “beautiful morning.” This phrase however, initiated a debate within my mind that continues unabated.

Put simply, isn’t it true that EVERY morning is a “beautiful morning?” As they say, the present is called the present because it IS a present. As a friend often jokes, if the soles of my two feet hit the floor, it’s a “beautiful morning.”

But then, as we all should know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty, in and of itself, one can argue, doesn’t really exist. Or rather, beauty is a judgement, a perception, based on the perceiver’s values, beliefs, philosophies and the like. One can follow this train of thought and ask, if no one is about to perceive the beauty of a particular entity (whatever it may be), then is it truly beautiful? Just as the age old question continues, if a tree falls in the forest, and no one is about to hear it, does it make a sound?

Such questions make for fascinating conversations with close friends.

Getting back to this morning, I’ve eventually concluded that yes, through my eyes, this morning is a “beautiful morning.” And further, that EVERY morning is a “beautiful morning.” What perhaps sets this particular morning apart from many others is that I also perceive the weather to quite pleasant and pleasing to the senses, more so than, for example, a windy, frigid, snow storming morning.

Soon time to head to the office, to continue enjoying this “beautiful morning.”

This quote seems fitting, even if only loosely so.

“Life is denied by lack of attention, whether it be to cleaning windows or trying to write a masterpiece.” -Nadia Boulanger