I had the house to myself for most of the weekend so downloaded a treat from Sounds True to keep me company while I pottered around the house cooking, cleaning and making soap (lavender shea butter soap – this could be my best yet!). I made the best possible choice when I selected ‘Beauty: The Invisible Embrace’ by John O’Donohue .
I was attracted to this title because I am terribly disappointed by the deliberate ugliness of the world we have created. Environmental destruction, the violence, perversity, crudeness, and inanity that passes for entertainment, the noise, the fumes, the cheapness, artifice, utilitarianism and greed. We have created an ugly civilization and an ugly culture on every level.
When, in the first section of this book, the author stated, “When you look at postmodern society it is absolutely astounding how much ugliness we are willing to endure,” I knew I’d found a kindred spirit.
But the book didn’t take the course I expected. It didn’t dissect and analyze the ugliness of our world and then make suggestions on how to solve the problem through a renewed commitment to beauty. This book turned out to be much more and much better than that. It was more of a guided tour and homage to beauty and a bit of a dusting off and rediscovering of the places where true beauty lives. It was a gripping journey that brought together poetry and thought on beauty throughout the ages, and examined how it infuses our lives, brings us to life and, indeed, is the best of who we are.
All of this was delivered with the fine storytelling, eloquence, grace and a delightful curiosity of the author, punctuated by the occasional unexpected stab of humour. I savoured every minute of it. The book explores all the expected places such as landscape, nature, light, colour, and music but it goes so much further and deeper than that in exploring the true sources of human beauty – from the imagination to woundedness to reverence – and its inevitable manifestations of graciousness, truth, balance, proportion, dignity, respect and integrity.
As it is difficult to write a concise synopsis of such a sumptuous feast, I will instead offer some random quotations that I hope will pique your curiosity and lead you to enjoy this wonderful work in its entirety:
Quoted from William Stafford’s ‘Crossing Unmarked Snow’:
The things you do not have to say make you rich. Saying the things you do not have to say weakens your talk. Hearing the things you do not have to hear dulls your hearing; and the things you know before you hear them – these are who you are and this is the reason you are in the world.
On the beauty of nature:
The beauty of the earth is the first beauty and our difficulty with the earth is that we are usually so busy and so taken up with our lives that we rarely seem to acknowledge that we are actually here at all.
The memories of nature are within us but each of us also in our bodies and minds and thoughts and souls are very unique masterpieces that the earth has created . . . we are earthen vessels that hold immense treasures.
One of the most tender ways of awakening to the sense of beauty is to really waken up to the beauty of nature.
On wilderness:
I suppose because they are so much themselves, wild territories remind us and recall us to the unexamined territories of our own hearts and minds and they open up places within us that we don’t even know are there.
On being human:
One of the lovely things about being a human is that we are called in each moment to bring ourselves to birth.
Part of the difficulty of our times is that we have reduced the magnificent adventure of being a human being to endless, wearisome projects of self-improvement and self-analysis according to the flattest and most boring maps that could be made.
On the beauty of the imagination:
The imagination is infinitely kinder than the mind. The imagination works naturally from the in-between world, that invisible territory, and it seeks out the edges of the unknown to find out the thing that neither the mind nor the eye ever attend to.
One of the most sacred duties in any life is to honorably imagine yourself, to bring the full depth and care and luminosity to imagining the person that you actually are. The depth of who you are also depends on the depth of your ability to imagine yourself.
On Beauty and the experience thereof:
Beauty is not a deadener but a quickener and it alerts and awakens our heart to what is true and good and unified.
The experience of beauty is like a homecoming. When we feel and see and touch the beautiful we feel that we are at one with ourselves because in some subtle and secret way beauty meets the needs of the soul.
On glamour:
One of the fatal habits of minds which has become common in our times is to mistake glamour for beauty. Glamour is a highly fickle and commercially driven enterprise that contributes to the humdrum.
In calling for an “imaginative restoration of the mystery and beauty of experience”:
One of the tragedies of Western culture at the moment is how poor and thin experience has become. . . We say ‘to have an experience.’ Experience has become a possession and a product . . . people rifle their experiences like a scavenger rifles a dustbin.
In quoting philosopher Hans-Georg Gadamer:
The integrity and truth of a society is determined by its willingness and ability to engage contradiction.
On “Creating beauty out of woundedness”:
Divest yourself of outside explanation and voices and attend to the particular shape that the wounds take in your life . . . your places of greatest illumination and most elegant poise are the places where you’ve been badly wounded. . . . out of woundedness comes strength that has been tested.
On the importance of old-fashioned courtesy:
Courtesy is the secret unacknowledged heart of all civility.
On the beauty of self-respect:
. . . proud of the beauty we do not own but has been given to us.
My personal favourite, in the discussion of music:
I’ve often wondered if a deaf alien were to visit an orchesteral concert . . .
And, ultimately:
Whenever we awaken to beauty, we are helping to make God present in the world.
The eternal in a human being is a light sleeper and will awaken at the slightest rustle.