I spent a good part of the yesterday on my knees, inputing the seeds, following the moon's course, hoping for rain...and about a dreamy hour sitting in the Hoop-Dee-Do-House listening to that rain song; a good steeping tune that left whole droplets of moisture on the unnatural roof overhead. I had planned it all that way, actually. The day. The rows. The sitting. Ahhh, but the dreaming- I did not plan for, no- not in any sure way. I read of beauty while sitting there, according to John O'Donohue-
"Beyond the veils of language and the noise of activity, the most profound events of our lives take place in those fleeting moments where something else shines through, something that can never be fixed in language, something given quickly and quietly as the gift of your next breath...."
As I read those words, a bit of paranoid fear rose up in me- I looked around, I felt as though I had a visitor- reading my thoughts, watching my actions- chiming in by what I was reading. But it was only recognition I feared, I understood more in those words than I cared to realize. I know of beauty, I have been singing her praises for well over six years- she came to me in acknowledgements from the tiny fragrant stems of Lily of the Valley, in Lilacs and only-the-colors of sunsets. My world was dark and gloomy back then, ultra black. In those times, I came to realize- Beauty does not whisper, she bellows and screams if necessary to get one's attention. She secretly, invisibly weaves a spell right under your nose with the sweetest of perfumes- so even if your eyes can't see the wonder of it all, your sense of smell betrays your sadness and overwhelms your sorrow but only for that moment. It is not lasting- those remnants, but it is enough to cause one to store the splendor away in such a place that time nor tides can harm. It is like a well in one's very soul that these moments are tenderly kept and ladled out if need be, in sudden storm or torrent. And another thing yesterday taught me- one cannot keep beauty to oneself. It will wither and die, the fine moment- forgotten.
There are many things worth forgetting in life, beauty is not one of them. Remember with the company you keep today- of those fat, heavy ladles you may have in your well. Dole them out, water someone.
Take care-
