Sunday, March 24, 2013

cup of blessings, this world of light

The soul’s natural inclination to love beauty is the trap God most frequently uses in order to win it and open it to the Breath from on high.

- Simone Weil

This winter, this long season, I've been attempting to see handwriting, breath, in the fields of snow, ever changing. And yet these are the photos I always delete when I get home from a walk. Always. Difficult to convey the subtle variations, difficult to capture the sparkles, the cold, the waves and undulations, the life there. Sometimes, creamy and swirly, sometimes flat, dull. The colour in the photographs is never quite right - all the purple and blue shadows. On a bright day, the way the snow reflects the blue sky, a snow-ocean. I ended up making these two photos black and white because they were impossibly blue and bright but not in the way I remember. 

To the dull mind nature is leaden. To the illumined mind
the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Maybe the snow is less captivating, satisfying, because one's natural inclination is to lean toward the sun, upwards.

The inclination to seek out these cups of blessings:

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.

- Emerson

“No one can give a definition of the soul. But we know what it feels like. The soul is the sense of something higher than ourselves, something that stirs in us thoughts, hopes, and aspirations which go out to the world of goodness, truth and beauty. The soul is a burning desire to breathe in this world of light and never to lose it--to remain children of light.”

- Albert Schweitzer

That's what these walks are - a desire to breathe in this world of light. I walked in the front door, my eyeglasses darkened from the sun, the camera lens fogging up from the change in temperature and humidity. The dog's fox toy in a beam of light.

How I carried that through the day....

1 comment:

  1. So much expression in the birch bark. Love it.


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