The Japanese have a helpful term, wabi sabi, which means the beauty possible within imperfect things, even difficult things, like death. There is a strange beauty that we can see if we train ourselves to do so, in the processes of dying and decay. Sometimes these things are just ugly, it’s true, and I don’t think there’s much point in denying that.
In mysticism we learn that everything belongs, but that doesn’t mean it’s always pleasant, either to go through or to watch. But just occasionally, there is a pattern or a juxtaposition that our inner eye can point to as lovely, even as the cross can somehow be when we gaze upon it.
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017