Little feet
I’m like an aesthete, or something. Not that I cultivate an appreciation for beauty more than other people (though maybe I do), but that for me the aesthetic aspect of experience often gets in the way. Like when I am confronted with some painful situation that a friend is in, my default setting is to ‘appreciate’ the situation, like I might appreciate a scene in a play. And reading theology or ecclesiology, or material on ecological issues, or listening to a lecture on Buddhism, or politics, or physics, or philosophy, I’m generally content to just enjoy the feeling of reading or listening, or the feeling of being on the cutting edge of something, or of being ‘challenged’. I don’t often move from that to action.
