It concerns me that I don't altogether do as much with my blog as I'd like to. Sometimes it's circumstantial and sometimes it's motivational, the reason I let it slip - as if it weren't adequate to my needs, or as if it were a pain -
- but having Willy Wagtails pirouette, I remember what got me here.
For as long as I remember, being able to see something beautiful when it seemed like others only saw ugliness, when I could see order when others could only see disturbance, was a quality I understood wouldn't perish.
Out of the rocks and the foliage, on all of her legs, the beautiful Zara apprehends her part in the day;
a bit of rope on the side of a ladder waves itself out, though it knows it holds a ladder together.
A photographer, such as the one seen here, has had a painter in his house and has had to move furniture around to make room for the process of painting. The painter is supposed to be making an improvement, but he may be only making a change.
If you look closely enough you can see two little beaks pointing out of the Willy Wagtails' nest. Their lives, as are all lives, the multi-layered lives, are lived in trust that the good will return, whatever change is afoot. Though I am technically wingless, I shall go for it.
Definitely, go for it, Faisal! I so agree with you about seeing beauty or interest or inspiration in the ordinary, or the almost unnoticeable. And I just love your teapot with the glorious patina!
ReplyDeleteThe teapot's used for pot-plant watering Carol. I can't remember the last time I made a pot of tea, having got so used to the tea-bag...much of life's pretty prosaic - at least in my part of the world! - so being able to see a diamond or a flash of light here and there strengthens the heart.
DeleteI understand. I, too, have allowed my writing to slip lately. I have all sorts of excuses...my biggest is I have been rendered wordless by events. In truth, I am the one in control of my words. I am always glad to see a post from you. I know it will always be a thought provoking treat. Have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit like writing letters used to be: on a good day you could write pages and pages. Then on a bad day you never got around to it! You have a great weekend too Bonnie. And thank you.
DeleteThere is something about the line "....is supposed to be making an improvement, but he may be only making a change." that really struck me and made me think...
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-)
Well, the painter's here - as one of a number of tradesmen - to repair the damage done by the fallen tree. But the insurance will only pay for less than half of the room to be re-painted. So I'll end up with half a new room and half an old room. Which is not an improvement, just a change of scene! Which situation made me laugh.
Deletethat's um interesting logic, they'll pay for a half-painted room
DeleteYes, it is, Diana! We're going to have to do the whole room again!
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