This morning, first thing I grab the camera and go out to snap some more pictures
of the tulips, kissed by rain
I just cannot get enough of these beautiful beings.
While I do not fancy myself much of a photographer, I just feel the need to try and capture a moments beauty, so that I can share it with someone.. who may have missed it in their day. Most probably, exactly why I write nonsensical bits of ramblings here also, just to share little morsels of goodness.
Or little morsels of something…. anyway.
I shall not rest myself in the sorrows of the world.
This line is in my head today. Not even sure where it came from, except of course for a brief glimpse of the constant feed of rubbishy politics. Yet one more loud-mouth appears in a bizarre grasp at power, and again attempts to turn back the clock. A young extremely narrow-minded MPP whose body to my knowledge does not contain a uterus, yet dares to presume to tell me or anyone of my gender what I may and may not do with my own body? What year is this??
In speaking of this to my husband this morning over coffee, I say to him… well I can’t really tell you what I say to him – something less than gentle. Then I laugh and tell him this may be my new catch phrase, my new comeback for everything! To which I then laugh myself almost to tears, and my heart expands as I can see how much he is amused by my attempt at brash, which quickly dissolves
into silliness.
Minutes later, as he begins to tell me a story, I interrupt him with one of my own. (I do this) I then tell him that I will only interrupt him this one time, and he laughs because he knows me too well to believe it.
Today this feels good. After a few days of harsh tones and sharp replies, my love and I once again settle ourselves back into that comfortable feeling, the flow… of love. Of course, you know – it is all love and indeed its flow – the terse and the ease, everyday humans – us.
This morning, he has not rolled his eyes ( a gesture I despise) and instantly hurt my feelings. Instead,
we laugh, we listen, we love and we both become more attentive to kindness.
As I ready myself to face the outside world, I think about how my lovely daughters are so very skilled at applying their make-up, while I have become quite averse to wearing mascara.
How I can see my face softening
and I am curious about what it is we wish to .. enhance,
the big bold beauty industry and its push
also (without sounding like I am now ancient) at this age – if I even care,
I know my face
so well
If we do not augment,
will beauty
be seen…
again, a lesson from my flowers. I meet each one with gratitude. I suppose some enhance with stronger fragrance, more flamboyant petals and patterns. Still each one appears beautiful in their own individual way and for me, not one gets overlooked.
At work a friend tells me that every Friday she gets a text from her brother, a simple ‘Happy Friday’
if she doesn’t hear from him, she initiates
and I think to myself, how kind.
This little nugget stays with me and I wonder if I may start something like this
with my sister.. as a way of simple connection
I am also thinking that not a week should pass, that I have not sent
a Thank you
to someone.
(and gratefully, I don’t think it ever does)
if you have wandered this far with me today, let me now leave you this last little thing
I’ve been thinking,
if together,
we laugh, we listen, we love and we both become more attentive to kindness
perhaps this
is how we
will save the world. ♥