I have heard the Jars of Clay song a hundred times over the years- but today "Something Beautiful" came on the shuffle and it struck me differently- its funny how we can know all the words to a song and not even know what we are saying.
Thoughts of beauty always lead me back to Venice- and those glorious days blending in with the locals and speaking to strangers. There was a fluidity to the days and conversations that opened my eyes to what I hoped to see- and that was authentic and aware- and it was and still is- beautiful.
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