“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long course of the rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars …
and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.”
— St. Augustine
I’ve got a thing for ordinary beauty … Maybe you’ve noticed.
You can keep your Cliffs of Dover, your Gobi Desert, your Grand Canyon. There’s beauty there — I know it — but if I’m going to stand in awe of something, I want it to be something I’ve discovered, quietly, out of the claptrap of my everyday life.
Give me — I mean this — the blue feather flashing on the sidewalk.
The broken glass caught in the chainlink, winking in the light.
Give me rainbow swirls in parking-lot oil-puddles … A tangle of fallen trees in the forest … A wreckage of sun and clear air slamming through the rapids, shattering and spraying and then drifting off into noplace …
That’s the kind of beauty I want.
Give me my own beauty too — and yours.
Give me flesh and bone, the bass drum of the heartbeat in the jugular. Give me spring air on bare skin, clear water cupped in my palms.
The miracle of your slow smile.
The ordinary wonder of our two shoulders, touching…
Oh, friend … today, let’s not forget to wonder at that. ❤