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By Melanie Lee

”Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
        - Rumi, poet

After retiring from university teaching at 70, my husband Louis and I moved to Sedona, an artist’s colony and nature paradise in Northern Arizona.

Settling into our new life as aspiring cultural creatives, we studied up on the original inhabitants of this ancient Colorado Plateau region. I became fascinated with the Navajo concept of Hozho, which loosely translates to beauty.

Hozho is a way of life encompassing harmony peace, peace of mind, goodness, ideal family relationships, beauty in arts and crafts, and health of body and spirit.

A certain mindful focus on beauty has its rewards. And takes a good bit of patience. But fortunately when you reach a certain age (“wisdom's edge”) that becomes more available. Courage too.

I’ve a deep admiration for people who’ve fiercely devoted their lives to beauty like Navajo (Dine') sculptor Larry Yazzie. His sculpture Surrender is the embodiment of Hozho, and his creative process adds gravity.

Surrender by Larry Yazzie

Yazzie begins each new piece never knowing what it will become, the stone itself decides what it will be. Yazzie has said if you know what you're going to do next, then your creative process becomes just a job.

Sometimes, for inspiration, I think about Yazzie and his process. I get up in the morning, make a coffee, sit down, switch on my electric candle (symbolic, handy, economically sensible and besides I'm Aquarius rising), then deliberately start my day by surrendering to beauty.

Turning eyes right, a view beyond my small, lace curtained window appears and behold, Hozho!

Hozho  beauty

Intriguing chunky textures and shapes, a sturdy pink stone wall, a full cascade of English ivy with deep green leafy variations, caressed by an endless expanse of golden sunrise. Hello out there, you big old beautiful world, what's out there for me today?

I’ve come to see that life is awash, just drowning in possibilities for walking the Beauty Way, for the sacred experience of Hozho, not only the visual but also the intangible and spiritual – a wish for someone's well being, gratitude for comfort and safety, gladness for old friends.

Oh, I know. You’re skeptical. "What, sun, lace, rocks, sky, ivy? Oh please, that's nothing to get worked up about."

No, I reply, a thousand times no! It's everything to get worked up about, because in this present moment I am spoken to about beauty. I am breathing, safe, grateful and blessed. I’ve learned, being here in Sedona, how to move into this optimistic and welcoming inner space, no longer trying to force awareness or awakedness.

My part is only to allow the curves of the soul to lead me, listening to the Saguaro cacti, speaking to the gnarly old junipers, saluting the stirring sunsets, marveling at the charm of hummingbirds, honoring the magnetic red rocks turned into enchanted cairns living along well used hiking trails.

Purposely focusing on the Hozho of the present moment as a singular beauty in itself is a way to honor life for what it is now and for what it might yet become.

At 73 years old, I fully understand life should, and can, be more than just a job. Like artist Larry Yazzie, I think life can be a work of art. Maybe you do too.

Here’s an idea for how to begin the day with Hozho: Get up some morning, greet the promise of the day and surrender to beauty.

Muse on a moment when you encountered something in nature so beautiful that it brought you close to tears with its near-perfection. Don't forget the sensual details, sight, sound, taste, feel, smell.

Remember an inspirational person you admire (real person or fictional character), someone who first gave you a sense of beauty and awakened you to the possibility of being so present, that life could be experienced on a higher, more creative and fulfilling plane of existence.

Finish this Hozho greeting by recalling a story (could be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essay) that was so viscerally powerful that, after you’d finished reading it, your life was changed forever in a positive way.

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Thank you for giving me another name for this connection we have to beauty and breathing...being with awareness.

I love this, Melanie--thank you! So inspirational!

This is also how I hope to approach each day, albeit in a mid-century suburb of the Silicon Valley. I find that morning and late afternoon light can transform most anything.

You are a teacher. I know because you just taught me what Hozho is all about. I will try to see something beautiful today. Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder my beauty may not be your beauty, but it doesn't matter.

I love Sedona and you are lucky to be able to live in such a incredibly beautiful environment. I have been there many times and always feel a pang of sadness when I have to leave.

But since I am just going further south to Tucson and the surrounding mountains where my own view of beauty lies, the parting is no longer sweet sorrow.

Thank you for a lovely essay.

....Ditto what Daelene said, and thank you for the picture through the lace-curtained window!

Thank you so much.

Thank you everyone, for your appreciative comments, and thank you Ronni for creating this forum for sharing. My heart is deeply, warmly touched. BTW, the sculpture is
"Surrender" by Larry Yazzie. Yours in Hozho, Melanie Lee

The Southwest's American Indian tribes, be they Navajo, Hopi and others, appreciate their countryside in respectful ways we could all benefit from understanding more. Your Hozho description, that lovely sculpture does convey a rich perspective. Thank you for your expressive words and thoughts.

Sedona's surrounding magnificent red rock country and Oak Creek Canyon offer a unique spiritual environment that permeated my soul the first time I visited in the early 1960's. I'll never forget my first sight of that whole area. Not long after home lots were being promoted for sale there and, disappointingly, I've seen the area grow and grow, become more touristy on the road into town with increased traffic each time I've returned.

Despite that, I've been overwhelmed by sudden unexpected very moving emotional experiences there on occasion that I've never felt elsewhere, as I'm generally able to tune out any commercialization. But then, nearby Jerome has ceased to be the almost ghost mining town my husband and I first encountered, also. Since my last visit the Sedona area has assumed even greater personal significance to my children and me, since my husband's ashes were distributed there from the air.

On one of my last visits, as I was driving from Cottonwood one early morning into Sedona before heading to Sky Harbor airport, I came up over a rise to see a low-flying hot air balloon soaring just above the tree tops -- given the picturesque background, the sight was visually surreal. The whole day there with Hozho is a given. I hope to visit there again.

Still gasping at the idea that beauty is all around us everywhere....and, how all too often, in our busyness, we forget to seek it. Beautiful mindful essay, thank you.

Thank you. I'd been grumping to myself about the construction noise next door and with your words noticed my carefully tended summer weary petunias are making a comeback as fall approaches on this lovely day. We miss so much.

As you describe Hozoh magic is there simply for the asking and taking.We have to open our eyes and tune in.

I did not know this term. I love it, thank you.

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