|Caroline in a field of white and purple daisies.|
|This happens every, single day. No.big.deal.|
How do we stop noticing??
How can we not tear up with the beauty?
I guess it's called taking it for granted...
but I want to stop and notice.
I want to fill my heart up with the every day glory that is only here in this moment, right now.
I recently taught an art lesson to a bunch of 2nd graders. We went to our local arboretum and looked at some bridges and wild flowers and just stopped and got quiet and paid attention.
I told them that Claude Monet painted the same bridge in London, the Waterloo Bridge, over 100 times.
This took my breath away.
I showed them the same bridge painted on three different days, years apart by Monet...
one was a gorgeous pinkish hue, fused with early light;
one was bluish in tone with a hint of fog...the blue, a light turquoise with some green tints as well;
one was a lavender, dusky and melancholy and utterly breath-taking.
I've been thinking so much about Monet's wisdom.
Nothing is the same.
Each day it is a bit older, a bit more lush, or broken in, a bit more overgrown or mowed or the tree limbs are bare or that flower is just springing up or the light plays a different way.
His passion for seeing the very same scene with different eyes has transformed me.
Seals and Crofts said it best:
"We may never pass this way again."
Just for today, let's notice.