BEAUTY IS ALL AROUND US, if we listen and look. It is there in the cry of the loon, or the whisper of the wind. It is there in the shape of a gnarled jack pine or the grace of a Canada Mayflower. It is in a two and a half billion year old granite outcrop supporting a humble log cabin, and in the warm glow emanating from its windows at evening’s last light. It is there all around us, whenever we remember to look for it. In a face, in a park, in a home, in a blossom or a bird or a piece of music. It is always there, although ugliness and selfishness would try to bury or destroy it. Beauty is resilient, and it is always there.