Elizabeth Grey Rice

I search for gold, and grasp it where I find it

Digging for what is important

Choosing what is worthwhile

To be surrounded by, to spend time with, to create

 

I was given one definition of beauty, but it wasn’t enough

In taking time to sit, study, draw

To see with no regret what is beautiful in your unpainted skin

The things that were never valued

Suddenly the most precious

 

Discovering the landscape of a face, the cartography in contour

Scale gets confused

Microscopic, macroscopic

Distortion lends to new recognition

Brewing tea to cultivate a way of being, selving