In this issue: Links sent in by readers!
Tired, by Langston Hughes

I am so tired of waiting,
Aren't you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two-
And see what worms are eating
At the rind. 

(From Ana)

Reader Jane shared this picture with me last month, of the wild swamp sunflowers in Central Florida.

Good morning!

I am Hugh Hollowell, and this is Life is So Beautiful, a newsletter about finding the beautiful when it's hard to - and maybe especially when it's hard to.

This is a busy week, as I am going to be out of town Wednesday through Friday to be with family over Thanksgiving. So I am just going to make the whole newsletter out of things y’all have sent or shared with me.

If you have cool things you want to share, just reply to the newsletter. I always see it, even if sometimes I get distracted and don’t respond. Y’all are the best!

Five Beautiful Things

I am a huge Dorothy Parker fan. Her wit and biting sarcasm, combined with her social conscience hit all the right places for me. Constant reader Leslianne tipped me off to the essay Parker wrote for the Leftist publication The New Masses, in which she answers the question “What are you doing to combat fascism?” The answer is betrayed in the title of the essay, called "Not Enough". Here is a short excerpt:

I think I knew first what side I was on when I was about five years old, at which time nobody was safe from buffaloes. It was in a brownstone house in New York, and there was a blizzard, and my rich aunt—a horrible woman then and now—had come to visit. I remember going to the window and seeing the street with the men shoveling snow; their hands were purple on their shovels, and their feet were wrapped with burlap. And my aunt, looking over my shoulder, said, "Now isn't it nice there's this blizzard. All those men have work." And I knew then that it was not nice that men could work for their lives only in desperate weather, that there was no work for them when it was fair. That was when I became anti-fascist, at the silky tones of my rich and comfortable aunt.”

My neighbors have a ginkgo tree whose leaves are just beginning to turn, but it reminded me of these pictures Dale shared with me of a 1400-year-old ginkgo tree at a Chinese monastery that practically drowns the lawn around it in spectacular shower of golden leaves.

Another reader, Susan, clued me in to this poem, by Merrit Malloy. It hit me at exactly the right time, and all in the feels.

After that, we need something upbeat, like this video my friend Kimberly shared with me,  of dancers reimaging the Moses Supposes bit from Gene Kelly’s Singing In The Rain.

And Scott sent me an article from the BBC with the photos shortlisted for the Royal Observatory Greenwich's 13th Astronomy Photographer of the Year competition. These are, literally, awe-inspiring.


I am continuing to post my 30 Days of Gratitude to my blog, where each day I write a story about something I’m thankful for. This is much more challenging (AND more gratifying) for me than I had anticipated it would be.

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Well, that is it for this week. I hope you have a great week, and that your life is filled with beautiful things. If you see something beautiful this week, I hope you will let me know about it, and if one of my five I shared today struck you in a special way, I hope you will let me know about that, too.

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Take care of yourself. And each other. 

Hugh Hollowell Jr

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