Beautiful
Life
“The
longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.”
Frank
Lloyd Wright
This morning's light on
Lake Martin is a shade of pink I cannot name. Frank Lloyd Wright
said, “Space is the breath of art.” Looking out across this
expanse of water, with the sky-colors reflected in it, I understand
his meaning. The space is what makes it so beautiful. There is much
to be grateful for in this moment—the beauty of the natural world,
the depth of color and light, the scents and sounds.
If you want your life to
feel sacred, pay attention to the details of it. Whether you're
looking at a gorgeous sunrise, or at graffiti spray-painted on a
wall, pay attention. Look closely at the face of someone you
love—notice the freckle on the chin, the glints of gold in the
eyes, the tiny lines that streak the forehead. Memorize the details;
record them in you almanac of last things. This is a sacred moment.
The sound of the loons
calling across the lake is so strange and other-worldly, that it
creates holiness simply by its existence. There is a poem by Mary
Oliver that speaks of a loon's last song. It is titled “Lead” and
the final lines are:
“I tell
you this
to break
your heart,
by which I
mean only
that it
break open and never close again
to the
rest of the world.”
There
is something to be said for being brokenhearted. Unless our heart is
cracked open, love cannot pour in and gratitude cannot pour out. We
should never allow our eyes and ears to miss a single detail of this
extravagantly beautiful world. We will not always have it, and it is
indeed, holy ground.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
1 comment:
Love the photo and the message and Mary Oliver. Ah!
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