“God is in the details.” – Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
“Space is the breath of art.” – Frank Lloyd Wright
Enter new spaces outside and in.
Let them do work in you.
To reignite wonder.
To prompt awe.
Breathe. Study. Love.
In the ordinary details, God awaits to be noticed, invited into each moment.
Extend and accept the invitation.
“Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.” – Frank Lloyd Wright
“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen
As the leaves rain down and limbs go bare, the morning freeze lingers;
Autumn color remained longer, a blessing not to be forgotten, yet we will forget;
Winter with its crisp air and crystal flakes to enter soon;
Commanding rest and repose;
Do not forgo the seasons both without and within;
Each one and the transition to the next carries its own gifts,
To autumn, to winter, to spring, to summer and all the inbetweens.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
“The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations – each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.” – Ruth Bernhard
In brilliant colors that shout to be heard and seen;
In lingering days of summer into fall;
In transitions and inflection points;
In endings and beginnings;
In nuance, essence and whisper;
In all of these things and so much more, luminosity, energy and harmony reside;
Linger, observe and pause here in gratitude, to deepen joy, acquire wisdom.
“To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe.” – Marilyn vos Savant
“How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs
“Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.” – Blaise Pascal
Get outside daily.
Drink in the beauty.
Open the gifts of nature.
Reset your view.
Put your senses back in order.
See and be seen.
Pause to notice what is within reach today.
No place to go but here.
Get out into the center and nearness of what is available now.
Harmony. Gratitude. Awe.
“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” – John Burroughs
“All nature wears one universal grin.” – Henry Fielding
“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” – John Muir
Rooted and reaching;
Grounded and in praise;
Go amidst the trees to observe and absorb;
To wash your spirit clean;
Sing the song;
Dance the dance;
Become the poem of ordinary days made extraordinary by simply taking notice;
God’s canvas, creation and poetry to partake in;
Keep reaching for the sky, rooted firmly in deep rich soil;
Sacred ground, holy place;
Pause here a bit and rest;
And then softly carry it forward into each day.
“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?” – E. M. Forster
“For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.” – Khalil Gibran
The morning mist hovers on the water as the sun takes its place.
Simple and reachable beauty calling us out to play.
To dance in daily awe, to notice what is right in front of us.
To imagine and mold.
Look around and take it all in, not just a sliver.
May you allow gratitude, attention and peace carry you today.
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” – Marcus Aurelius
“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.” – Mother Teresa
“When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Bright, brilliant night sun, holding off the dark a bit longer to harvest summer’s bounty.
Pause long enough to be awestruck by the rising of the moon and sun.
Pulling us out of ourselves long enough to see the expanse and bigness of life.
Beyond circumstances and swirling thoughts, anchoring us in beauty and light.
The Author of life created the moon, sun and each of us.
We are held.
Magnificent wonders within and all around.
Harvest the bounty.
“The magnificent cosmos is a palace that has the sun and the moon as its lamps and the stars as its candles; time is like a rope or ribbon hung within it, on to which the Glorious Creator each year threads a new world.” – Said Nursi
“He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for his guide.” – Blaise Pascal
“The sun shines not on us but in us. The Rivers flow not past, but through us.” – John Muir
As the river bends, may you turn gently, washing over rocks, flowing with ease.
As the trees sway to the wind without breaking, may you bend, dancing in the breeze.
Standing knee deep in the river of life, finding joy in ordinary days.
Witness and participate.
Enter the song, the poem, the dance of grace, beauty and light.
The winding river flowing to the sea.
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” – Albert Camus
“Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.” – Guillaume Apollinaire
“It’s not only moving that creates new starting points. Sometimes all it takes is a subtle shift in perspective, an opening of the mind, an intentional pause and reset, or a new route to start to see new options and new possibilities.” – Kristin Armstrong
Take a field trip today.
No permission slip needed.
Go somewhere close, a place you pass each day but don’t notice.
A path into the woods, a bench by water, your back yard.
Look at the same and familiar with fresh eyes, open arms and listening ears.
This place, this timeout, this detour is where gratitude waits to be found.
Where the present moment resides.
Listen, look and receive.
Life is happening now amidst imperfections, distractions and delays.
Pause long enough to be in it and be quenched by enough.
Weave awe into the fabric of your life in the place you are right now.
“Silence is the pause in me when I am near to God.” – Arvo Part
“If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.” – Robert Browning
May you be swept away daily in beauty abound.
To be reminded of the expanse and depth in awakening.
To enter the flow of the river of life.
To be held in awe and gratitude, in possibility and beauty.
Glorious moments in ordinary days.
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
“I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip’s farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever”