“Will our appreciation of beauty be seen now for what it is, a gift, the enjoyment of which should not be confined to an annual holiday? Will it become again what it once was: a part of our everyday lives, the wisdom of the past offered to us.” ~C.R.Milne
Category: Beauty
Lofoten and Senja
A bit of beauty for this Sunday.
Living Icons
“. . . We turn amazed
To see the ones beside us, face to face,
As living icons, sacraments of grace.” (Malcolm Guite)
A magnificent, collaborative venture. Visit: Ordinary Saints
Sing Gently
There have been so many virtual choirs these days. I can’t say I listen to every one. But this one. This one is . . . I can’t really find adequate words to describe its beauty. A friend of mine who has always wanted to be part of a virtual choir jumped at the chance to be a part of this one–along with 17,571 other singers from 129 countries. Thanks, Fr. Geoff for your part.
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.” (Mother Teresa)
Our reply
“This will be our reply to violence, to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.”
Art and beauty are all about abundance
Not your ordinary hourglass
Driving in Bellingham
A bit of beauty from one of my favorite poets, Luci Shaw:
“I love driving in Bellingham in the spring. In spite of the chilly weather, all the fruit trees are ‘springing,’ singing themselves into being in magnificent displays of pink and white–apricot, plum, apple, peach, cherry–undiscouraged by the darkly looming clouds today. Soon each twig will display its bridal bouquet grown for this spring wedding. I know this from years of observation! Next, they’ll grow so full and heavy with blossoms they’ll be ready to throw their bouquets to the crowd, and I’ll be watching for the petals to drop like wedding confetti, filling the gutters and swirling over sidewalks with their largesse.”
Defining a pandemic using images
Singing Bowl
Begin the song exactly where you are,
Remain within the world of which you’re made.
Call nothing common in the earth or air,
Accept it all and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment’s pulse, this rhythm in your blood
And listen to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow.
Become an open singing-bowl, whose chime
Is richness rising out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.
And when the heart is full of quietness
Begin the song exactly where you are.
