Come to me with beauty,
I require it to stay alive.
~Maire Saaritsa
Dear Springhouse community,
I am called to speak of beauty this month, and I, like the poet Maire, need it to stay alive.
When it comes to beauty, words fall short, so I will keep it simple.
Strawberries
Andrew’s smile
Andy’s hello
Lizzie’s bright blue eyes
Fur under my hand
A warm egg from the hen house
Approaching a door with singing behind it
Tears rolling down my face
Salty sea air
Crashing waves
An old tale or a song
A feather found by my Mom
My Dad calling my name
Playing the piano
Green chili
Mist on the mountain
Rain approaching
The fawn running with its mother
This song
The fire I feel when I say no or yes and mean it
Dancing
I could go on. I know you could too.
Being alive is beautiful.
I bow down to everyone and everything that woke me up to the beauty of my life, and to all that continues to call me awake.
We need places that keep us awake to beauty. Places that remind us of the gift.
I am grateful to be in one of those places.
See you in autumn.
With love,
Jenny
