Beautiful. We should use that word more often. Or maybe - what I really mean - we should make more conscious effort to appreciate - consider - contemplate - value beautiful things, beautiful scenes, beautiful feelings, beautiful memories. There is too much ugliness around. It distracts us, riles us, worries us. If you are not careful, Ugly takes over and Beautiful is resigned to the shadows.
Beautiful is the best antidote to anxiety or distress about all that is ugly in the world. "Pleasing to the eye or ear or mind or soul" - that is what beautiful means.
When I think about beautiful - various notions buzz around in the hive that is my head. Naturally, I think of Nature. Within the confines of this blog, I have sought to share some beautiful images from the natural world. Woodland walks, sunsets, beaches, limestone hills and grazing sheep. Nice things, Beautiful things.
I think of my wedding day, the births of our children. I think of dancing round a campfire on the beach at Lindos, Rhodes and swimming out to a distant Mediterranean buoy. And those family holidays in America and walking from Tolaga Bay to Cook's Cove in New Zealand. I think of earlier family holidays in Cornwall and The Lake District - with Mum, Dad and my three brothers. Beautiful.
The Isle of Wight in 1970. "Evita" in 1980. Listening to Leonard Cohen. Hull City finally making it into The Premier League on My 24th 2008. My cats - Oscar, Blizzard and Boris. Beautiful.
Such beautiful things, to counter Ugly. We should bring them to the front more often. Push Ugly to the side of the stage along with Trump and Brexit and global warming and crime and personal regrets and things we did not say or do and money and Yemen and plastic and sexual abuse and why the dodo disappeared forever. There's too much Ugly.
Beautiful. What springs to mind when you roll that word around in your head?