Beauty awaiting acknowledgement: near me it is many of the elderly living alone who are beautiful but forgotten. They await acknowledgement and often don’t receive it!
A smile, a few moments of your time, a few words, even better yet a hug, helps them know we see them, acknowledge them, and care about them.
Today I took our family dog for a walk at the park near home and there is this beautiful white home with gazebo on the pond with a waterfall. It was breath taking with the fall colors. So I have the most beautiful photo of it. 🍂
As painful as it is to see sometimes,
there is beauty in everything,
even in the ugliness that exists in the world.
It is easy to see in the face of a pansy,
but much harder to find it in land that has been raped and plundered,
people who have been persecuted, starved, and tortured.
When I came upon this truth
I was offended to my core,
but since then
I have been Practicing . . .
beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and in the present moment
I see before me
a very messy desk . . .
a ceramic coffee cup with loons painted on it
and a chip broken out of the lip
now holds a strange assortment of tools . . .
a compass,
paint brushes,
a sculpting tool for pottery
and two ink cartridges.
I think there might be a well used kneaded eraser in the bottom . . .
not overly attractive to be sure,
but a sign that some creativity has come out of that mug,
and will probably come again.
The cup
gives these things a place and a meaning,
so there is something quite beautiful and tender about it,
but I have to think about it
before I can ascribe the word ‘beauty’ to it.
I am learning that neutral and negative things
all bear the imprint of loveliness,
if I look more deeply.
The last roses of summer,
on the other hand,
cut and sitting in an old mason jar on the other side of my desk
are dying organisms
but beautiful all the same in their passion of colour.
I saw many people die
when I worked in healthcare
and always found their waxen faces to be handsome,
and even glorious . . .
bold faced testaments to the lives they had lived,
and now they were leaving their bodies behind.
Life is beautiful,
death is beautiful,
paint brushes and compasses,
stuffed into a coffee cup are beautiful,
and of course,
so are the roses.
Many times a vessel is prized for its decorations on the outside. As many times the real value of a vessel, the space inside, is overlooked. “. . . . paint brushes and compasses, stuffed into a coffee cup . . . .” Thank you dear Sparrow.
I hope you are able to find comfort here on this site Johann. It take time. Slowly but surely try to get outside in nature and take in all the beauty of Mother Earth 🍂. Sending you some peaceful moments.
Look a little more closely,
dear Johann . . .
there really is beauty all around you,
but sometimes you have to look for it
and be willing to see.
Wishing for you a peaceful heart . . . ♥
It’s been a quiet morning–a new day for which I’m so thankful. Makes me think of that country song, “Everything is beautiful in its own way.” I will cook today and create dishes and desserts I can share with my neighbors and my son when he comes to visit tomorrow.
I think your kitchen must smell delicious,
dear Carol Ann . . .
funny thing–
I just read your post
and realized that I put a link to the song you mentioned
in my post
just a few minutes ago . . .
great minds. 🙂
Sparrow, I’m chuckling…I had a carrot cake in the oven this afternoon and it was not getting done. That’s when I realized my oven element had stopped working! I had to run next door with the cake and put it in the neighbor’s oven. It did not come out like it should but I’m still going to lather a bit of cream cheese frosting on it. Monday morning I will be calling the appliance doctor! Seriously, that’s what he calls himself.
Dear friends celebrating, dancing, being together with an open heart. Such a Beauty! Everyone being welcomed so warmly. Shared joy, dancing, music, caring for each other. So warm-hearted. Grateful to be invited to share these beautiful evening with all these kindred hearts. Thank you life, thank you dear friends! And what is now and forever is my unconditional Yes to whatever might be needed and to contribute, to learn and to offer whatever is needed for the sake of all. Thank you all dearly, from my heart. May all beings be happy.
A sunny autumn day beckons to me from the three piano windowpanes in my front room. The yard awaits more pruning, trimming down un-bloomed milkweed stalks, long ago collapsed ferns from summer’s heat, and hopefully, a final mowing of the grass and invasive closer. Safe marching for those exercising Freedom of Speech in our cities and communities this day! Happy Weekend All!
My husband bought me a beautiful bouquet to welcome me home from my trip. It’s fully opened out now, with orange roses, deep red zinnias, yellow flowers I can’t identify, yellow lilies, and other beautiful textures and colors. He chose it because the mix was named European Fields and I was coming home from the UK. It represents beautiful thoughtfulness on multiple levels.
The bouquet sits on the island in the kitchen we remodeled last year, below a light fixture my sweetheart made. It has vibrant colors from the small lamps he turned into hanging shades; they’re tinted heart-shaped leaves from a plant in the Philippines. Light glows through the colors when it’s on, as it is now.
Our brown striped tabby cat is warm on my lap. He has a white “cravat” and four white boots and big, beautiful green eyes. He just ducked his head to invite me to pet the velvety soft patch between his ears, then settled down into the position I call the bread loaf, with all four paws tucked up underneath. When he’s like this he’s beautiful.
I also have the beauty of our home’s quiet and peace. Our neighborhood is quiet too, and I see giant evergreens looking out our front window in the big park that abuts the edge. Getting to the park for a walk, as I did a couple of days ago, requires a walk of several blocks but its beauty is right there for me to look at every day.
What a peaceful and loving picture you paint,
dear Barb . . .
I almost feel I am sitting with you
under the heart-shaped leaves from the Philippines plant. ♥
My Halloween desktop background of a huge full moon as a backdrop to a cemetery with a hearse with headlights on. Besides ’68 Dodge Charger being my favorite mustang car, I love hearses. I’m also having my morning coffee in my spooky season pumpkin mug🎃
The crisp autumn air outside this morning. A bit too cold to leave the patio door open, but I appreciate it, as I am ready for cooler weather to settle in and stay a while.
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Beauty awaiting acknowledgement: near me it is many of the elderly living alone who are beautiful but forgotten. They await acknowledgement and often don’t receive it!
A smile, a few moments of your time, a few words, even better yet a hug, helps them know we see them, acknowledge them, and care about them.
Today I took our family dog for a walk at the park near home and there is this beautiful white home with gazebo on the pond with a waterfall. It was breath taking with the fall colors. So I have the most beautiful photo of it. 🍂
Everything is beautiful in its own way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtY99RowNgM
This takes me back forty-some years.
As painful as it is to see sometimes,
there is beauty in everything,
even in the ugliness that exists in the world.
It is easy to see in the face of a pansy,
but much harder to find it in land that has been raped and plundered,
people who have been persecuted, starved, and tortured.
When I came upon this truth
I was offended to my core,
but since then
I have been Practicing . . .
beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and in the present moment
I see before me
a very messy desk . . .
a ceramic coffee cup with loons painted on it
and a chip broken out of the lip
now holds a strange assortment of tools . . .
a compass,
paint brushes,
a sculpting tool for pottery
and two ink cartridges.
I think there might be a well used kneaded eraser in the bottom . . .
not overly attractive to be sure,
but a sign that some creativity has come out of that mug,
and will probably come again.
The cup
gives these things a place and a meaning,
so there is something quite beautiful and tender about it,
but I have to think about it
before I can ascribe the word ‘beauty’ to it.
I am learning that neutral and negative things
all bear the imprint of loveliness,
if I look more deeply.
The last roses of summer,
on the other hand,
cut and sitting in an old mason jar on the other side of my desk
are dying organisms
but beautiful all the same in their passion of colour.
I saw many people die
when I worked in healthcare
and always found their waxen faces to be handsome,
and even glorious . . .
bold faced testaments to the lives they had lived,
and now they were leaving their bodies behind.
Life is beautiful,
death is beautiful,
paint brushes and compasses,
stuffed into a coffee cup are beautiful,
and of course,
so are the roses.
Many times a vessel is prized for its decorations on the outside. As many times the real value of a vessel, the space inside, is overlooked. “. . . . paint brushes and compasses, stuffed into a coffee cup . . . .” Thank you dear Sparrow.
I feel it has been ripped away from me by the universe so I feel not so good
I hope you are able to find comfort here on this site Johann. It take time. Slowly but surely try to get outside in nature and take in all the beauty of Mother Earth 🍂. Sending you some peaceful moments.
Johann, I am having some trouble finding beauty today in a relationship. I know it is there. I need to keep looking.
Look a little more closely,
dear Johann . . .
there really is beauty all around you,
but sometimes you have to look for it
and be willing to see.
Wishing for you a peaceful heart . . . ♥
It’s been a quiet morning–a new day for which I’m so thankful. Makes me think of that country song, “Everything is beautiful in its own way.” I will cook today and create dishes and desserts I can share with my neighbors and my son when he comes to visit tomorrow.
I think your kitchen must smell delicious,
dear Carol Ann . . .
funny thing–
I just read your post
and realized that I put a link to the song you mentioned
in my post
just a few minutes ago . . .
great minds. 🙂
Sparrow, I’m chuckling…I had a carrot cake in the oven this afternoon and it was not getting done. That’s when I realized my oven element had stopped working! I had to run next door with the cake and put it in the neighbor’s oven. It did not come out like it should but I’m still going to lather a bit of cream cheese frosting on it. Monday morning I will be calling the appliance doctor! Seriously, that’s what he calls himself.
Carrot cake . . .
my husband’s favorite.
I’m sure it will be just as tasty,
dear Carol Ann,
as always,
especially since it was made
with love . . . ♥
Dear friends celebrating, dancing, being together with an open heart. Such a Beauty! Everyone being welcomed so warmly. Shared joy, dancing, music, caring for each other. So warm-hearted. Grateful to be invited to share these beautiful evening with all these kindred hearts. Thank you life, thank you dear friends! And what is now and forever is my unconditional Yes to whatever might be needed and to contribute, to learn and to offer whatever is needed for the sake of all. Thank you all dearly, from my heart. May all beings be happy.
A sunny autumn day beckons to me from the three piano windowpanes in my front room. The yard awaits more pruning, trimming down un-bloomed milkweed stalks, long ago collapsed ferns from summer’s heat, and hopefully, a final mowing of the grass and invasive closer. Safe marching for those exercising Freedom of Speech in our cities and communities this day! Happy Weekend All!
Happy weekend to you too Carla !
My husband bought me a beautiful bouquet to welcome me home from my trip. It’s fully opened out now, with orange roses, deep red zinnias, yellow flowers I can’t identify, yellow lilies, and other beautiful textures and colors. He chose it because the mix was named European Fields and I was coming home from the UK. It represents beautiful thoughtfulness on multiple levels.
The bouquet sits on the island in the kitchen we remodeled last year, below a light fixture my sweetheart made. It has vibrant colors from the small lamps he turned into hanging shades; they’re tinted heart-shaped leaves from a plant in the Philippines. Light glows through the colors when it’s on, as it is now.
Our brown striped tabby cat is warm on my lap. He has a white “cravat” and four white boots and big, beautiful green eyes. He just ducked his head to invite me to pet the velvety soft patch between his ears, then settled down into the position I call the bread loaf, with all four paws tucked up underneath. When he’s like this he’s beautiful.
I also have the beauty of our home’s quiet and peace. Our neighborhood is quiet too, and I see giant evergreens looking out our front window in the big park that abuts the edge. Getting to the park for a walk, as I did a couple of days ago, requires a walk of several blocks but its beauty is right there for me to look at every day.
Barb, I felt like I was in your kitchen with you!
such a caring, nurturing companion you have, and a cozy home to nest in. Blessings to you!
What a peaceful and loving picture you paint,
dear Barb . . .
I almost feel I am sitting with you
under the heart-shaped leaves from the Philippines plant. ♥
The stillness of the new day. The rain drops clinging to the window. The robin blue sky with white/gray clouds.
The autumn light. Gentle, ambient light that makes the changing trees look as though they are lit from within.
My morning hot coffee, the beauty of jazz playing on the piano streaming from my speaker. May everyone have a wonderful weekend. 🍃
My Ngoc, I heard the beautiful jazz piano music playing from our room.
The dawn dark slowly fading to light. Frogs and crickets slowly drifting to sleep as the birds slowly wake one voice and then another.
My Halloween desktop background of a huge full moon as a backdrop to a cemetery with a hearse with headlights on. Besides ’68 Dodge Charger being my favorite mustang car, I love hearses. I’m also having my morning coffee in my spooky season pumpkin mug🎃
You sure do know how to Celebrate the Season! LOL Enjoy. Oooooo Boooooo. 😉
🙂
The crisp autumn air outside this morning. A bit too cold to leave the patio door open, but I appreciate it, as I am ready for cooler weather to settle in and stay a while.
Ngoc’s embrace, her natural sweet voice, and straight long black hair are here for me right now.