My wife rescued this orchard and it has gifted us with this wonderful show. I wonder if flowers feel gratitude?
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.
My neighbour gave me a small slip which I planted last Autumn. It has now turned into this. Hard to believe that in that tiny slip, this was waiting to express itself.
There is within things a beautiful urgency to grow and fulfil themselves, and when this growth and fulfilment are authentic, there is beauty. Beauty and authenticity are inextricably linked. When something is authentic you cannot help but be touched by its beauty.