Patience

I wonder how long it took for the water to cut through that rock

To gaze on a landscape is to see the immense patience kneaded into its ongoing shaping and formation. Nothing is rushed, no forced deadlines, only an interminable working. My little impatiences always gain enormous perspective in such a gaze, and something in me retreats into rest and peace.

Beauty

To experience something of beauty is to feel a stirring up of soul and a surrendering of oneself to that beauty. This surrendering is profoundly compelling but easy and natural, like slipping into bed after a hard and grinding day. To yield to beauty is effortless.

Is it possible for all our connections in life to be lived with such ease? Perhaps, if we are capable of seeing the beauty in all things.