{"id":13971,"date":"2019-10-07T18:08:36","date_gmt":"2019-10-08T01:08:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/?p=13971"},"modified":"2019-10-07T20:30:47","modified_gmt":"2019-10-08T03:30:47","slug":"finding-beauty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/finding-beauty\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Beauty"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It’s a cliche that cliches are often based on truth, but the biggest cliches are easy to forget, like the ones about beauty. Beauty isn’t truth<\/a>, but it elevates the soul just as much as garbage debases it. I keep forgetting to look for beauty in my search for relief. By relief, I mean relief from my own thoughts, which are my own worst enemy (not counting my trolls of course.)<\/p>\n

Last night I went to see Van Morrison<\/strong><\/a>, and was reminded of the healing power of communal joy. Normally, I don’t want to make the effort to do things that involve any commitment of time and energy. A Van Morrison concert requires buying tickets, a strategy to get across town, a timetable to keep, packing snacks to eat, putting together an outfit that’s comfortable but reflective of my superior style, and so on. Thanks to my husband, I gathered myself to go.<\/p>\n