I think my instincts are turning toward, or pulling me back towards, Beauty.
I just made a very simple supper snack – pear with cheese, but it was clear that the BLUE plate would be so much more striking against the creamy colors than the yellow one with lemons printed on it – so I yielded to the impulse, and oh how true that is. I found myself laying the pears out in a fan pattern around the perimeter, with the three cheese slices forming an echo along the bottom. Then it seemed to need something… pecans! In the middle!
Is it food or art?
When I eat it, I will become it. Its beauty will nourish me inside as it does now through my eyes. My whole life could become this delicious feast of moments.
I am so drawn to this idea.
I’ve been taking inventory.
Over the past two days, it looked like a tornado hit in here as I hauled the couch to the other side of the room and deconstructed my bookshelves.
Like they do in Bali, I took every one down off their shelves, and dusted the shelves. Then I chose each book deliberately to either go back to be used and loved by me for some specific purpose or just because I value it or want to read it; or to be given away to either a certain friend or to the bookstore, thrift shop, or laundromat to find their new lovers. I honor them for the knowledge and insights they contain. And some, although I’m sooo drawn to them, I know I will not be reading soon – so out they go too. This appreciative yet unattached gratitude feels good.
And the funny thing is, even though I’ve collected over ten bags full to give away, every shelf is still completely packed. How did that happen? Where were all those books before?
I also had the wild hair idea to shelve them according to color, and damn the subjects… this is the yellow shelf. But stopped myself, thinking someone might actually ask me for a book, which would be embarrassing when I couldn’t find it for the life of me (unlike before, where I could unerringly point to every blasted one, however buried.)
Finally, I sharpened all my knives.
It’s like I’m preparing all my tools – but for what?
For the future journeys/adventure ahead, of course.
Leaf buds will open soon.