Pretty Is A Picture
I just wished to share some beautiful things that came my way recently.
The amaryllis blooms are pictures I took of our unusual plant. 9 blooms all at the same time and such a stunning red; they are the gift of our neighbor and after a week of rain today’s sunshine just made them feel like joy.
IN my reading this week of other blogs I found a woman in Shanghai who is doing a series of videos about how she is falling in love with her KINDLE with Global capabilities. I learned something new about my KINDLE from her video and I also learned how to read my KINDLE on my phone and PC and laptop this week – meaning my partner and I can share! This was fun and made me feel celebrative. Kristin has produced 4 lessons so far.
I am reading Breakfast With Buddha by Roland Merullo again and just re-read a stunning piece of writing and I wanted to share it with all the people who might not read the book and miss some good insights?
The main character of the story – maybe- a 44 year old man driving across the country, showing the sights to a visitor revealing to the reader this:
“I love my country. But I love it the way you love a wife of many years: not because you have some sentimental notion of her perfection, but because you know her thoroughly, from the courage of the maternity room bed to the pettiness of her morning moods; from seeing her sit for weeks by her dying mother’s bedside, to watching her worry about which shoes to wear to a cocktail party given by a person she doesn’t not like. You know she has the capacity to get up at five in the morning and make you pancakes before you set off on a particularly arduous business trip, and you know she also has the capacity to say things, in the heat of an argument, that she should not say, to sneak the last piece of chocolate cake, to lose track of time and keep the rest of the family waiting for an hour, at the beach, on a burning hot afternoon. You know everything from what flavor of lip gloss she likes to what books she would bring with her to the proverbial desert island and what she believes the meaning of life to be. And the, always, there is a part of her you do not know.”
Don’t I wish!
Do you wish?
What brought you joy this week, or beauty – surprise? Will you not share it with us here and add to the conversation?