Pausing to see
A moment in timeetched with frost,a masterpiecein disguise. Beauty…or fallen leavesI walk pastevery day. + Sue Heatherington
Beauty
The gift of perspective
Seeing the sunrise as it gathers speed coming down the western side of the valley is a gift in perspective. There is nothing I can do to affect its trajectory or its stunning beauty. And each morning, it reminds me that I am part of something bigger than myself. What shapes your perspective?
Seeing a different kind of beauty
This isn’t the time of year we would typically call beautiful. In its exposed starkness, everything has a sense of hunger and brittleness. The alpacas are grumpy, and I hear more alarm cries amongst the birds. While yesterday the geese were surprised by the ‘hardness’ of the lake when they tried to land. Often our … Read more
The inner history of a day
Yesterday as the outer world tumbled in turmoil, I worked on The Art of Quiet Disruption. Therefore, searching for a different voice to carry into today seemed appropriate. A voice that speaks across time with dignity and beauty that we need to settle our souls just now. So I picked up John O’Donohue’s blessing from … Read more
Ripples of light in the rhythm of time
The colours caught my eye as I walked through the gate at lake level. So I looked up, expecting to see the source of the reflection in the sky. No rainbow. How could there be, with no cloud or rain falling? Yet here it was on the lake’s surface, shifting location as I walked by. … Read more
Hidden in what the heart reveals
Just walking bya leafin early autumnsunlight,more gloriousthan acrown. Extravagantbeauty inplain sight,patientlywaitingto benoticed Who are we,and whatare we bearinghiddenbeneaththe layersof love?