The dappled light in the woods never fails to move me.
Isn’t it strange how at times when you try to put thoughts into words, you have the immediate feeling of the thoughts being cramped and inadequately expressed.
Words are powerful, yet, can be so constraining. There’s always the inevitable complaint, “It just didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.” Perhaps that’s why we experience more being said in the art of silence than in that of speech.
There is a language beyond words, we’re simply not proficient enough to hear and understand it.
Absence lies at the heart of our seeing more clearly. It’s often in something’s absence that we suddenly begin to see it in a new light. It was Kahlil Gibran who said, “Let there be spaces in your togetherness.
This morning I got up with a heightened sense of touch. I felt the softness of water on my face, my wife’s loving embrace as she left for work, the tug of the leash as I walked our little dog, the brushing of a gentle breeze on my cheeks, the enfolding comfort of my favourite chair and the warmth of a strong cup of tea.
Again it reminded me that the earth and everything in it is naturally sensual. I’ve found that the more I’m in touch with this, the greater the joy I feel. So, I’m going into this day, as I try to do on most days, with a deep desire to offer time and awareness to all that I will touch, and to all that will touch me.
I was at the Tate Britain the other day and saw this wonderful portrait of Margaret Sweeney, the Duchess of Argyll. It was painted by Gerald Brockhurst 1890 – 1978.
As I looked at it, I was mesmerised by her gaze. To me her eyes communicate engagement, but also a kind of detachment and distance, as if she is assessing you and trying to grasp something of your character. It is a connected gaze, but cautious and discerning. Just an outstanding portrait.
“If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck.” Well, I’m not so sure about that. I took this shot on a walk recently and it has all the characteristics of being Autumn. But it’s not, it’s Spring.
Assumptions! Assumptions! I have to confess I’ve got it so wrong at times in spite of it appearing so right.
Perceptions – probably one of the key aspects to living well. To see and not to see, is the issue. To try and see things from a confined and dark room will always be problematic and in many cases dangerous. The world behind the window is small and cramped, but the one beyond it is wide, open and welcoming.