Good Grief 124

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Objects of beauty.
This is a piece of beautiful lace that was given to us on our wedding day.
What gives it its beauty?
My perception? Cultural frameworks? An understanding of skill, of care, of love, of creation ... Of being and creating in the world?
I'm not a huge lover of lace work.
On its own it may hold some level of admiration for me but, for me, the beauty comes with association, with the layers of meaning, that it is a given object, and one of great symbolic value. I look at it now and it has a purity about it. It has somehow managed to capture and hold a moment of beauty within its very fabric that has otherwise been lost to an increasingly distant time. It somehow manages to do something that I cannot.

I drifted through another post viral day, laid low, with no sense of any thread that binds me from one moment to the next.