there is a word called majestic.

and someone pointed out to me once…that when we look at the majesty of a tree…that is all we see… we don’t judge it for its knots, crooked branches, nor all of its varying imperfections. We see the tree in all of its bends and turns and rough unexpected ness and accept it as …it was intended to be. as beautiful. imagine she said…if we humans could see and accept ourselves and each other in the same way… no expectations no imperfections. …just acceptance. as intended. majestic.