Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Wednesday thoughts . . .
I have always enjoyed visiting old cemetaries. They are quiet and calm places . . . places of great solitude and places of great reflection . . . places of illumination. I like to walk amongst the headstones, occasionally stopping to read one which catches my eye. I think about the people that are buried there and wonder about the lives that they once lived.
I am reminded in the stillness and quiet . . . that until it is carved in stone, realizing our dreams and potential is possible every day of our lives . . . so long as we are able to recognize what exactly it is that makes us happy.
Have you ever seen or read Thornton Wilder's play, "Our Town?" It is a three act play which is a character story about an average town's citizens in the early twentieth century as depicted through their everyday lives. The play is set in a 1930s theater, using the actions of the Stage Manager to create the town of Grover's Corners for the audience. Scenes from its history between the years of 1901 and 1913 play out.
There is an especially poignant scene in the play which takes place in a graveyard. Ghosts comfort the young heroine, Emily, who has recently passed away giving birth to her child. In this scene, Emily (longing for the life she just left), wishes to revisit just one . . . ordinary . . . unimportant day in her life. When her wish is granted, she realizes just how very much the living take for granted . . .
It becomes almost too much for her to bear . . .
"I didn't realize," she sadly says, "all that was going on and we never noticed. Good-bye world. Good-bye Gover's Corners . . . mama and papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking . . . and mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths . . . and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you."
How often do we stop to recognize and experience the sacredness of the ordinary? We are surrounded every day by a bazillion ordinary things . . . things that we take so for granted, simple things . . . things that we would miss so very much were they ever to be taken suddenly away from us. Feelings and experiences that we discard every day as meaningless . . . and worthless . . . but are they really???
How much would we miss simply waking up in the morning . . . if . . . on one day we were not to wake up? Or how much would we miss the feeling of warm sun on our faces . . . if it suddenly ceased to shine? Or the sound of raindrops hitting our windows if the rain never fell again? What if the world amazingly became completely silent around us . . . and there was no more birdsong, or leaves rustling . . . or any other noise?
What if, like King Midas . . . suddenly everything we touched, turned to Gold, and we could never ever touch anything again for fear of it being rendered lifeless and cold. What if all the ordinary . . . sacredly singular . . . moments of our every day . . . just suddenly disappeared into nothingness, never to be felt, or seen, or breathed in, or heard, or experienced . . . ever again.
We must learn not to squander or throw away even one "Unimportant" day of our lives, by not noticing the wonder of it all . . . the sacredness of simple moments . . .
“If we constantly focus on the stones in our mortal path, we will almost surely miss the beautiful flower or cool stream provided by a loving Father who outlined our journey.”
~Jeffrey R Holland
Look what I got up to yesterday afternoon.
This isn't what I sat down to paint . . . but it is what came out when I put my brush and pens to paper. I had seen this phrase on a hanging wooden slate weeks and weeks ago and written it down on the back of a scrap of paper that I found in my purse. (Reminder to self . . . bring a notebook and pen with you when you go out and about.) I had left the scrap of paper on my desk and then yesterday when I sat down to paint it jumped out at me and this is what happened . . .
As usual it is available as a card or as a print. I love the soft and tender feeling it evokes.
Not sure what today will bring. We've had a few sunny days and this morning there is a lot of mist about . . . but it's been my experience that when you have a misty morning . . . there follows a brilliant day. No matter what the day should bring it is my wish that you have a lovely day today, filled to overflowing with simple moments and experiences that fill your hearts with joy. May your soul feast upon whatever it is that the day brings to you.
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . A Steamed Apple Pudding with a Vanilla Custard Sauce.