Beautiful things mesmerise me, captivate me, draw me in. Cool droplets hanging off the branches after rain, the rhythmic swaying of the trees in the cool breeze, the freshly washed rosy faces of my kids in pj’s waiting for goodnight cuddles. Don’t you sometimes just want to bottle them up!
I think I was painting my son’s bedroom walls when I heard Gungor’s ‘Beautiful things’ for the first time. I think I cried. The beauty of the music itself, the ebb and flow of rhythm, the swelling crescendos, the deep raw tones of the cello, spoke to a hunger in my soul that was greater than I’d thought, a desire to be immersed in beautiful things. But something more than that too.