Josephine

My sister and I always had a lot of cousins. Our mom was from a family with four kids; dad was from a family with five (or nine, depending on how you count). So, family get-togethers were always big and loud and fun. I don't remember the exact time and location, but I do remember the feeling of distress when Sarah and I realized that for the future generation of get-togethers it would just be us. I mean, we liked each other and all, but that sounded really empty to us. Fast forward a couple decades and few could say I haven't done my fair share to fill out our future family gatherings.

And now, to complete the formula, my sister has brought forth a Johnson cousin. And it was with great pleasure that I recently got to meet my newborn niece. She is absolutely beautiful, like her mother. It made me proud to see my "baby sister" in the blush of new motherhood and I had a wonderful time visiting with her and Dan. Thank you both for letting me spend time with your little Josephine Frances. She is an angel.

On Beauty
from The Prophet
by Kahlil Gibran

And the poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.


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