As much as I love walking around outside and seeing what's out there, and there is always something new, I also appreciate those things I see in a new light here inside, how the morning light plays with the objects I walk by every day. On this particular morning, I was struck by the shadows on the ottoman next to the bookshelves, reflected in the rug at their feet.
However, it was not the first thing I noticed this morning. It was that the petals had fallen from the small bouquet of peonies I'd picked two days ago. The scent was heavenly, and what remained, though a bit gangly, gave me a whole new view of their soft beauty. I noticed the small knob on the stem standing out in the light, the veins in the leaves just above it and how the water created little bubbles of moisture at the top of the vase. Later today, I'll pick a fresh bouquet. I love having enough for a few inside as well.
Last night, a thunderstorm passed through. Actually, it did more than pass, it stayed around for the entire evening. So, I unplugged myself from all technology, and curled up with Buddy in the corner of the sectional next to the window. I love storms and am so grateful Buddy doesn't get unnerved by them. We watched and listened. Now, this morning, the light coming through the windows is creating a really nice postlude.
While checking out new posts by fellow bloggers, I came across two, each offering music as the perfect accompaniment to the beginning of the day. I found the video at the bottom over at coyoteprime-runningcauseicantfly.blogspot.com. I hope you'll go to this link (you'll need to check for it on his sidebar), because just below the video there is an equally perfect poem by Mary Oliver: "The Sun."
,And Will, at verticalsearcher.blogspot.com has a wonderful music video posted of, "A Small Measure of Peace," from the movie, "The Last Samurai." Between these two musical selections, a poem by Mary Oliver, and the light coming through the windows, it's been one fine morning.
Hello Teresa:
ReplyDeleteOh, what sweet moments you have captured with these images. The glint of sunlight and the shadow play which emanates from it, the Peony petals and the delicacy of the scent which one can almost smell and the calm,peace when the eye of a storm has passed, refreshing all in its wake. These are all truly moments to savour and to give thanks for another glorious day!
And a glorious one it is. Thanks, Jane and Lance, for sharing in it with me.
DeleteIt's been a while since I took the time to appreciate the lovely things you are showing us today...the way the light enters, where it falls, what gets illuminated along the way. And flowers. As if that weren't enough, you sent us to a wonderful Mary Oliver poem, maybe my favorite so far! Thank you for reminding me to rejoice in the beauty all around.
ReplyDelete"What gets illuminated along the way," is also the perfect metaphor for today.
DeleteI love that poem, too. She continually amazes me with her ability to See.
Ah yes the moments inside, so much to savor, when I was an invalid not too many years past, even recent years, those moments looking out were the only solace I had and sweet they were, I have somewhat blocked them out now, but at the time if I hadn't of had them. well best not to go there now. what with all the beauty around and about me now.
ReplyDeleteIt is important to remember that beauty is everywhere, even in challenging circumstances. It puts everything in perspective. I'm so glad you're sharing your own views with us. Your pelican formation image is wonderful!
DeleteYou have captured such lovely moments in your photos. They are really inspiring!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janice. I'm glad you found them inspiring.
DeleteYour pictures and words are so ethereal, Teresa. I like the gauzy way the light comes through the windows. I don't exactly know why, but, I am always drawn to fallen petals and like to leave them for a bit where they fall. I've been in a bit of a reflective mood these past few days. Your post reflects my mood perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the links, especially to the Mary Oliver poem.
It would be like throwing away something special. They're worth hanging onto for as long as possible, aren't they? I've been in a rather quiet mood, perhaps a bit reflective, too.
DeleteThanks for commenting, Penny.
Super Post!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteLovely music, and thanks for the great links.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed them.
DeleteHow evocative these images are. I find that light is crucial to my appreciation of a place, and I am constantly realising that it affects it more than I am aware of at the time.
ReplyDeleteI love opportunities to raise my own awareness of the part light plays in all I see, what it represents, how it falls on objects and creates shadows. It provides some pretty sublime moments, doesn't it? Thanks, Jenny.
DeleteI often try to capture the sunlight and the shadows, they fascinate and bewitch. Strange how we become moved or entranced by the play of light, how we can tell it has snowed the moment we open our eyes even without checking out of the window.
ReplyDeleteLoved the images and writing Teresa x
Jane
Bewitching is the perfect word to describe how I'm seeing things lately. Thank you for that and for your lovely comments, Jane.
DeleteFor me, thunderstorms are the closest we ever get to feeling the true power of life. Lights out, power down, and front porch huddle is my usual tactic when one arrives.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to put into words the other night how I felt about them and you've captured it perfectly: the true power of life. That front porch huddle sounds nice.
DeleteMagical photos. I got lost for a little while on both your friends' blogs. ;) I love music like this. It centers you. :)
ReplyDeleteThey each offer some interesting posts. Glad you checked them out. Thanks for your kind words.
DeleteWhat exquisite pictures. I love the way you find the beauty in the unexpected....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ashling. So glad you stopped by.
DeleteThere is nothing as good as the sunlight coming into the house through the door or window :-)
ReplyDeleteIt does create such a good feeling. So nice to hear from you, Joe.
DeleteI love your thoughts about your day, Teresa. The sunlight in your rooms and the lovely peonie, unplucking the electronics and curling up with Buddy during the thunderstorm. It's a good thing that he isn't nervous. I had such a "thunderstorm night" last week. I love such weather and all the lightning - and the air afterwards is so fresh and "unused." I feel I understand every word you are saying.
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Grethe, I love your thought about the air being "unused." There is a freshness after storms that is palpable. I'm glad for this shared understanding.
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