Bones and beauty

Almost stepped on this skull as I wandered the hills out back, wrestling hard things round in my head whilst at the same time being awestruck by the big wide world around me. 

Truth and grace.
Sadness and celebration. 
Beauty and bones.

I've been realising what it means to hold these things in tension with each other. It's hard work and feels messy. But each one seems richer and deeper than if they were  held alone.