When my heart opens more, as it does on and off these days, there is such a sense of incredible beauty. Everyone and everything becomes so beautiful, without exceptions.
Sometimes it is beauty tinged with just joy. Other times, it is beauty tinged with pain.
Yesterday, the sunset of backlit white swooping clouds was pure beauty and bliss. And seeing a run-down section of town and unhappy people was equally profoundly beautiful, edged with pain from the suffering.
An open heart allows it all in – joy, pain, bliss, suffering. Nothing is excluded.