This is just (sniff) beautiful. Thank you for your generosity to put experience into words that paint vivid pictures, and then to share them with us. I am richer for the reading and inspired to notice further.
The words you needed to hear were a balm for this reader as well. The imagery of the oak leaf bowl and the noticing of small things that have a surprisingly deep and soulful impact reminded me of the Japanese concept of mono no aware. I love such things. Some of the little things that have saved me lately (some of which I've mentioned to you recently): the unexpectedly warm and gracious phlebotomist I was paired with at the lab; two squishy dollops of bright orange gel fungus nestled in equally bright green moss on yes, a gray day; and learning that oceans can be flatulent. So grateful when these glimmers make it through the internal fog.
I’m so happy that this resonated with you and that you are a fellow lover of small things. “Glimmers” is such a wonderful word. But then again, so are “phlebotomist” and “flatulent,” and the alliteration of the two is just begging for a poem!
This is just (sniff) beautiful. Thank you for your generosity to put experience into words that paint vivid pictures, and then to share them with us. I am richer for the reading and inspired to notice further.
Thanks so much, Judy! You live in such a perfect place for noticing beauty, too. ❤️
The words you needed to hear were a balm for this reader as well. The imagery of the oak leaf bowl and the noticing of small things that have a surprisingly deep and soulful impact reminded me of the Japanese concept of mono no aware. I love such things. Some of the little things that have saved me lately (some of which I've mentioned to you recently): the unexpectedly warm and gracious phlebotomist I was paired with at the lab; two squishy dollops of bright orange gel fungus nestled in equally bright green moss on yes, a gray day; and learning that oceans can be flatulent. So grateful when these glimmers make it through the internal fog.
I’m so happy that this resonated with you and that you are a fellow lover of small things. “Glimmers” is such a wonderful word. But then again, so are “phlebotomist” and “flatulent,” and the alliteration of the two is just begging for a poem!
Should "Ode to a flatulent phlebotomist" find its way through the fog to the page, you'll be the first to know, friend :)
Oh please yes! 😂
"It has always been the small things that save me." Oh, Lisa. Wiping the tears away after that line.
Sometimes tears are the small things we all need! I’m wishing you small, bright spots in your day, friend.