Beauty is her name.......

"The kind of Beauty I want is the Hard-To-Get Kind that comes from within- Strengh, Courage, Dignity". - Ruby Dee

There was once a beautiful young girl by the name of….Well I don’t remember her name. We will call her Beauty.  Beauty can be anybody, if anybody claims this story, please contact me.  I apologize for not catching your name.

Well, anyway, Beauty avoided her reflection like the plague.  It was strange to see her ducking and dodging her reflection. She was quite the sight.  Some believed her to be a bit *twirls finger*, but I don’t know. I found her eccentric and entertaining.  One day Beauty was at the park, this is where I viewed her the longest. She was sitting by the water, crying. I was surprised because she was sitting in front of our most clear rivers. As she was crying, the ripples hid her face I chuckled to myself thinking, this girl will go through great lengths to avoid her reflection. Crying in the river? Really? Sighs.

Well anywho, I did not approach her, as she was also known as a moody something, and I did not want to deal with whoever or whatever she was today, besides, this was a bit entertaining to watch. When she finally stopped crying she turned quickly from the river and walked up the path towards me.  She stopped and huffed in front of me. “Aye gal”, “what is your problem?”. I asked her. Beauty looked me dead in the eye and asked why was I watching her cry in the river. “Well I do believe I was here first until you came bumbling down the path to the river….to cry. Are you okay?”.  Why do you create ripples with your tears and avoid your reflection Beauty? Is it what you believe humility to look like? She stared at me and pondered my question or maybe her answer.  It was hard to tell with this one. She responded, "...it hurts too much to look at myself. People call me Beauty, while I wrestle with what Beauty is. I see people more beautiful than I, and yet people call me Beauty." She went on to say. “I know I do not have the best thoughts, I can be negative, I blame people when I know the answer is within. I am told I have an attitude, but people call me Beauty. I’d rather not look at myself and cause more confusion".

“Well Beauty, I started.  “If you want my opinion”…I left no pause for a retort, I knew I was going to give it anyway. “I believe if you look in the mirror, you will see that all of those things you have mentioned, are just fine.  Understanding them and Mastering them is where art and Beauty meets. Look into the mirror. The reflection. Meet yourself there, give yourself grace and begin creating from your feelings”. “Creating from my feelings?” Beauty asked incredulously. “Yes Beauty”, I admit, I rolled my eyes. It was close to my lunch time and I do get what I hear mortals say “Hangry”.

“Beauty, Look at yourself. What are those parts that feel icky? Pull them up and examine them. Give yourself grace from all factors.  Then create. Create the Beauty you want to be. Kind, balanced, not afraid of her flaws nor her story, because that is where the magic is. Be the love you want to receive. Trust your head, before you trust another. A mindful head makes the best decisions. Get the help that you need in the creation process. The greatest did not work alone. Become and Be. Create. Do you get it?” Beauty took a step back. Yes she replied. She then turned on her heals and guess where she went? To the river ya’ll.  Beauty first sat on her backside, then she one to her knees. She said thank you and then proceeded to look at her reflection.

Yes that’s it. What happened to her? Well I don’t know, I wasn’t stalking her. I imagine she is fine, I’d love for her to read this and help jog my memory of her name. I am sure Beauty is more than fine. She is probably sitting somewhere healing the parts of herself she did not like and creating a beautiful world for herself within and out. She is just fine. I have to go now, I feel a call......

So this story does not end right here. See I am another viewer, outside of the one who told the story.  How did I get here? Why am I here? Well, I just saw that lady, telling you the story, turn into a pile of water that trickled into the river. I shit you not. I was relaxing by the water, on the other side of the boulder, listening to her tell you the story of Beauty, who I’ve only ever heard her, it has not been my pleasure as of yet, to meet her. I was listening to her talk in that beautiful rhythmic way she speaks, and then it got quiet, I turned around and her white dress turned into suds.  Now I know I am a simple country folk that has not left the lowlands of Alabama, but I know what I saw. Deep Sigh

Well, Welcome to Orisa, Alabama…..A small town full of strange wonders.

Maybe I ate a magic mushroom at lunch…..