The grand Tetons riding gracefully on the horizon, all the hotels in Jackson Hole are filled with people from the three conventions and two weddings scheduled over the weekend. Being here in this moment I am aware of our intricate complicity in this surreal phenomenon, the selling and buying of beauty we call tourism.
I can’t help but wonder how all these other people are experiencing the beauty that surrounds us – what they let in to their hearts. If nature is always so picture-perfect and one has paid so much to be there, do we take the beauty for granted? Do we forget to notice? Or is the way we notice different?
And how does it compare with the ache of those bursts of beauty that arise unexpectedly?