“Approximately an hour and a half before kickoff of a Michigan Home Game, crowds gather outside of Revelli Hall, the home of the Michigan Marching Band, to witness another great Michigan tradition: a Drumline Stepshow. From the steps of the hall, the drumline performs pieces of their repertoire for the cheering crowd before lining up to march to Michigan Stadium.” Just watch a couple seconds of this and you’ll be hooked.
Love this from Brainpickings:
by Maria Popova
“The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand.”
Annie Dillard (b. April 30, 1945) has a way of coaxing the miraculous out of the mundane with such commanding gentleness that ordinary life has no choice but to unmask its extraordinary dimensions. She does this over and over in her 1974 masterwork Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (public library) — one of the most beautiful books to bless a lifetime with, which also gave us her magnificent meditation on the art of seeing and the two ways of looking.
I find myself returning to one particular passage that strikes with the grandeur Dillard is able to extract from the humblest of acts and the most middling of moments. She writes:
When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone else to find. It was a curious compulsion; sadly, I’ve never been seized by it since. For some reason I always “hid” the penny along the same stretch of sidewalk up the street. I would cradle it at the roots of a sycamore, say, or in a hole left by a chipped-off piece of sidewalk. Then I would take a piece of chalk, and, starting at either end of the block, draw huge arrows leading up to the penny from both directions. After I learned to write I labeled the arrows: SURPRISE AHEAD or MONEY THIS WAY. I was greatly excited, during all this arrow-drawing, at the thought of the first lucky passer-by who would receive in this way, regardless of merit, a free gift from the universe. But I never lurked about. I would go straight home and not give the matter another thought, until, some months later, I would be gripped again by the impulse to hide another penny.
Treat yourself and read the rest here.
“Despite everything, life is full of beauty and meaning.” (Etty Hillesum)
For the past two summers, we have been doing our small part to help repopulate the Monarch butterfly. It’s so simple and so fascinating and so mind-boggling. How does that caterpillar transform into that butterfly? One of God’s secrets. Here is a great little film that shows part of the miraculous process.
‘A great Shadow has departed,’ said Gandalf, and then he laughed and the sound was like music, or like water in a parched land…
. . . and colored paints and cinnamon.
Originally posted on Barnstorming:
~Luci Shaw “Quiltmaker”
in the unknown world
threading together her need
and her needle
nods toward the smiling girl
this will keep us warm
~Lucille Clifton from “quilting”
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I’ve always been fascinated by macro photography, and I think that is because it shows what is hidden and that reminds me of the hidden beauty in each of our souls. It encouraged me to look at you with God’s eyes, to search for the good and beautiful and true in each person. So think about that while you look at these magnificent photos taken by Ivelina Blagoeva. You can view more of her photos here.
And may you see the hidden beauty in yourself today.
. . . of sheer beauty.