We may not be such witnesses right now, spending so much time indoors, but my god: what loveliness there is in the world.
Look at these colors! Look at these shapes! They stop me in my tracks.
(This is not meant to be a blog about flowers; how could it be, when I know so little about them? And I worry often about giving the impression that I’m trying to Pollyanna all our sadness away, which I promise I’m not at all interested in doing.)
Really, I meant to write a completely different post today. I think I had something interesting to say. Yet sometimes I go for a walk and I just can’t see straight for the gorgeousness that spills out and surrounds me. Today was one of those days.
I know I’m lucky to live in a beautiful place. I know I’m lucky to have a place to walk. I want you to know I’m not trying to brag about either, when I know so many folks can’t go outside right now. All I’m trying to do is to remind us that no matter what we’re experiencing, the world’s wonder continues on.
Let that sink in: the world’s wonder just continues right along.
It’s there, growing and doing its thing. Colorful blooms in the spring; the sultry, long nights of summer; leaves on the ground once autumn settles in; snow and ice months from now: magic we cannot begin to measure.
And it will be there, when we’re ready to return to it, no matter how long that takes.