A few years ago the BBC broadcaster Michael Ford spoke with John O’Donohue, the remarkable Irish poet whose book Anam Cara made the author’s name famous worldwide. Writing in Spiritual Masters For All Seasons about his encounter with O’Donohue, Ford remembers the poet’s thoughts about beauty in the world. “Beauty had become confused with glamour. Glamour was a multibillion dollar industry that thrived on dislocating or unhousing people from their own bodies and transferring all the longing toward the perfection of image. Glamour was insatiable because it lacked interiority.”
Ford continued: “Beauty was a more sophisticated and substantial presence with an eternal heart — a threshold place where the ideal and the real touched each other. People on the bleakest frontiers of desolation, deprivation, and poverty were often sustained by small glimpses of beauty.”
Beauty is not about exterior decoration. It’s about seeing beyond or through the facade, seeing with clarity and deep appreciation. It’s about “birds of the air and lilies of the field.” It’s about mystery and awe and wonder. And many of us are “sustained by small glimpses of beauty.”