Beauty from behind

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Prancing along the arid hill tops of the Lake region of Northern California. A picture perfect postcard. The scorched remains of the trees telling the tale of the inferno that had once ripped through the valley. The boldness of her hair shining gently in the glow of the afternoon sun contrast against the earthy background pines. The hazy sky almost resembling an oil painting; the artist adds the finishing touches to the streaking stratus and bulbous cumulus.


Or strolling casually by the docks on our way to the beach in St. Thomas, just before we spot an iguana among the rocks tactfully camouflaged, nonchalantly surveying its whereabouts. The perfection of her wide-brimmed sun hat together with an impeccably placed polka dot bikini string, so effortlessly chic. Water lapping against rocks,  positioned aside palm trees, planted below the clouds, dotted among sky, hanging above hills, undulating on top of water. The perfect milieu for our afternoon sojourn.


As I flick through my catalogue, I come back here to these two pictures again and again.

Can anyone else see the almost unfathomable beauty here?

I quietly muse.

Do I see beauty because the girls in these photographs are my sisters and the powerful connection we share completely overrides my senses and reasoning?

Is it because I imagine the mystery of not knowing them, to only see them from the back and to ponder what beauty lies on the other side?

Or is it because I know just how beautiful they are, inside and out, body, mind and spirit? These pictures barely scratching the surface of their unique exquisiteness.

Or perhaps more powerfully, the pictures evoke a memory of journeys we were once on, fervidly transporting me back to a distant time and place my soul yearns for?

Body, mind and spirit. Body, mind and spirit. I am reminded over and over we are body, mind and spirit.

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

The wanderlust of my wundering feet returning me to these places and spaces, remnants of my soul I may never find again.

I don’t know if or when I will ever be able to go back to recapture these pieces left behind but for now there is just beauty in these photos. Beauty in simplicity. Beauty from behind.


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