I look at my walls. I stare at my computer. My world seems so normal. I touch to my desk and wipe the glass surface. Everything is hard and finished. Things are so tangible.Paper and pencil sit by calculator. My mouse is by my keyboard. My journal is just beyond them. My notebook of invoices isn’t far from that. Stamps and a clock hold their place by some envelopes.
It’s uninspiring, until I look out my window.
Out my window are things that people could never put together.
The sunrise is more than color. It’s magic indefinable. The rain can hold my eyes to each drop running down the glass for minutes and hours. The snow makes a silence that takes my breath away. The lake takes my imagination to places that I forgot I knew. I can look through the air across to California where I sat eating grapes, drinking wine, in a valley where not one machine could be seen, where not one noise was unnatural.
It doesn’t matter what time of day it is. It doesn’t what the weather is.
The world out my window is lush and wonderful.
−me strauss Letting me be
6 comments:
When I first began visiting here, imagination was not in my mind. I wasn't near hoping or thinking about how imagination could change my life. How it could open doorways within that I did not know were there.
When boundaries between what's real and what isn't are blurred, when past, present and future all become NOW, anything truly IS possible.
Thank you Liz, for helping me re-member with a more universal reality :)
Katrina
Katrina,
Every thank you send goes both ways. That's the way all good things between people work out. I'm pleased and proud to count you in my circle of dear friends.
i've been missing for a while. :)
this post gets me thinking again. sometimes we see beauty in the most mundane things. i bet i am the only guy who looks at wild flowers growing at the bus stop near my workplace. :)
Gosh, Dsnake,
I'd need those flowers, probably the same as you do, to relieve the stress of all of the structures around me -- the walls, the buildings, the people-made constructions that have no feelings.
Looking beyond my reach is an essential part of my life. If I didn't look beyond my desk or cubicle, I would wither. I marvel at the pear tree in each of it's seasons, and all the 2- and 4-legged creatures that spend time there. Sunrises, clouds, stars, California redwood forests. All of these things, and more, inspire me and add richness to life.Thanks for the reminder, Liz.
Hey Dawn,
Every morning seeing the word that is your name stops me to think about the things that people cannot provide and that creation did. The world really is lush and wonderful. I can't help but think that and I don't want to forget it.
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