In Defense of Beauty

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

How's the day? O/

Too early for most to call morning; it's still yesterday in California.

Night owls and early birds know a reliable peace so many forgot.

To remember the World's a beautiful place, we must remember the World.

Dawn is a good place to start.

Getting good with the morning is always a great place to begin. (See the first line of these journal posts for proof.)

What happens when we recognize something as Beautiful?

The sunrise is always in some way Beautiful. Regardless how you feel about poetry, you see it every sunrise.

The Sun arrives in a poem waiting for witness every morning.

Let's title today's post: In Defense of Beauty, remember I'm a poet, and get to work.

First let's clear up cosmetics and toss make-up and what we wear out.

Those are discussed in another post. I'll link them here and here. And there's a whole lot of talk about Beauty here.

What happens within us when we recognize something as Beautiful?

What do we acknowledge?

The experience is more than just what's pleasing to the eye, to any of the senses. But there is a a kind of joy, a 'rightness' felt when we're in the presence of something Beautiful.

There are reasons why flowers are often seen as Beautiful. They're an easy example of the ways of Beauty.

A seed that fulfills its greatest expression of itself shows the most Beautiful bloom.

Their choices are few but constant. What they do with the quality and quantity of light and water given them determines every flowers level of Beautiful.

People work in the same way.

We do our best with the quality and quantity of the materials presented to us everyday.

Unlike plants we can choose where and how often we get our metaphorical rain and sunshine.

Our choices determine our lives. Beauty is the result of our witness of some epic choices.

The tallest, healthiest, scientifically soundest dandelion in a field of flowers is gorgeous to behold. A dandelion all alone rising from the cracks in an asphalt jungle is a thing of Beauty.

And a very resourceful seed indeed.

That asphalt dandelion has a hero's quest for a life story, easily recognized.

Someone who spends hours fussing and fixing their hair and fashion is also acting heroically.

Vanity doesn't make us Beautiful.

Self-care does.

We care about ourselves because life matters and because it does we're going to have the best one we can. We're going to show our best to the World.

That's hero's talk.^

That's an asphalt dandelion sprouting from cracks in concrete all alone early in the Spring.

Take care, find your best light, and make wonderful this wonderful day.