"..out of all paintings
the angels follow me."
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Jenna gave us an easy start this week, out of respect for the busy real lives all three of us are enjoying at the moment. Life is ever-changing and we are all touching different aspects of that change. I am amazed at where the year has taken me, and I hope it will be equally generous to them as it continues. A year ago I would not have expected to be holding my daughter this summer, having enjoyed a long lesson in patience that made me better able, I hope, to appreciate the blessings I have been given, and the blessings still to come.
In her post, Jenna mentions the places she finds beauty, because we do share a search for beauty. I like this topic, I like to think of those places and see them again. I find beauty in the imagery of Rilke, and the colors of Cezanne. I find it in oceans at night and at my stream on any afternoon. I find it most often at home, in the Icons and the tacky faux Van Gogh, in the scent of bread and in my many superstitions. I find it in the rituals I fill my life with. But I find it in these things because they touch something beyond themselves, and I love them for it.