How very amazing it is to see colors! I supposed that in subtle shades of grey this view would still be wondrous, yet the ability to discern the myriad of hues makes it breath taking.
I sit here and think that its just an ordinary sunset. So many are colorful. I wonder if I should lose the sense of awe I feel looking up at the sky at the end of this day.
Although I am exposed to violence in my everyday life through various media, I find that I still feel sadness when a child is injured, or an innocent hurt. I even shed a tear at the murder of someone that I never had the grace to know in this life —theirs cut short by some savage act of one of our species. The prevailing belief is that we become desensitized by exposure— that we no longer view atrocities with the same magnitude of emotional distress.
I guess not everyone is the same. I have no intention of losing this part of myself—to move so far away from who I am that I can no longer empathize. I will always appreciate a sunset in all of its glorious spectacle and cry tears at the world’s injustices.
I find no shame in who I am or the awe I feel looking up at the sky.
patrick o'scheen 
You should never lose your awe of nature. She is a very spirited soul that will remind you how awesome she is should you forget. We are dealing with her awesomeness right now with the super cells and tornadoes running a muck through here.
Oh no, Kandy, are you all okay? Storms are devastating sometimes.
sunset photos are rarely as effective as the actual moment — but this one comes close. Stunning.
thank you! sometimes a picture is worth many words just as they claim…sometimes.
Shame is the most discerning word. To be oneself is a grace that we can give to ourselves in the purest form of God. As we are. Just like that. And I usually feel life in every little beauty, in the road that is zooming past me, in the sunset that is fast approaching, in the moon that defines my name, in the sky that remains barren on a moonless night… and in thanking God for every little pleasure. There is too many tears, too much strife in the big bad world. I wish I could make everything alright. But I can’t. 😦
We can each affect our small corners.—with enough of us—change the world. thanks for visiting me here.
Hold onto that sensitivity! It is, indeed, who you are. Beautiful post!
thank you, Martha.