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,
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.
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?