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I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Basil. 

Thank you so much for stopping by. 

 

 ©Cathy Sly 2018 

what we look for

what we look for

“The earth laughs in flowers.” 
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

I spend the week among the flowers. The peonies come to an end just as the roses start their first blush. I move plants, as the mood hits me, and plant a few Zinnias for cutting later in the season. I drift among the beds with calm and peace and am a bit miffed with the rain comes and forces me indoors. 

I unearth another toy of Basil's and place it on the old stump beside the others. I wonder how many of these stuffed toys he managed to get outside over the years. It makes me smile, but also brings a bit sorrow, 

Don’t be ashamed to weep; ‘tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
— Brian Jacques, Taggerung

We head to the Bellevue Botanical Gardens one day. He is patient with me, as I move among the beauty with my camera. We take our time, stop and have an iced latte and wander at will. Someone tells us to be sure to come back at Christmas to see the lights at night. I will be back before then, I think. We stop and have dinner on the way home, curry and naan, lots of spices and yogurt to cool the palate. It is a lovely day. 

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in—what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

I find myself easing into a space of peaceful calm. I stop fighting and let go of doubt, and instead just open my heart to joy. I remove the focus from myself and see others with kindness and love. I am not sure how or why this happens so I don't question it. I understand so clearly that we all don't see the world the same. We all notice beauty and feel heartache differently, and it is not my place to judge. 

 

“What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. ... In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.” 
― John Lubbock, The Beauties of Nature and the Wonders of the World We Live in

how was your week? 
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