Weekends are for seeing beauty. This was the title of a blog post I just clicked on and the reminder I needed today.
The work week can be filled with so many tasks that beauty is often missed by the naked eye. Sometimes the crazy “to do” list carries into the weekend too. I woke up this morning and realized I had forgotten to pay a bill; which lead me to reviewing the bank account and wondering where all the hard earned dollars went this month. Ugh!!
So, to combat the icky heavy feeling that comes with managing money I began my Saturday morning routine (see previous posts for the sacred process). As I worked my way around the kitchen, I opened my computer and clicked on a favorites blog, A Holy Experience, and up popped the blessed title along with a lovely picture of a young girl with flowers nestled in her basket filled shirt. Beauty. This idea of beauty is essential to the survival of my soul. I love those unexpected moments when beauty appears in my ordinary everyday world.
On this average Saturday morning I have been delighted with beauty:
· I opened up Pandora, my iPod radio station, and realized I had started a new station but hadn’t had a chance to listen to in weeks. Colbie Caillat had me dancing with my refrigerator.
· I had a creamy white egg for breakfast that didn’t have to travel thousands of miles in a truck before arriving on my plate. My coworker, James, gave me eggs that came straight from his chickens. Delicious!
· On my balcony, I have auburn mums that catch the sunshine and embody the essence of fall. I look at them and am immediately immersed in the season.
· My living room is filled with boxes. Boxes that signify change. Boxes that signify a new stage in our journey. Next week we will place our home, the one we’ve lived in for the majority of our married life, on the market. Beautiful.
Weekends are for seeing beauty - this will be my weekend mantra. I will peak around corners, lift piles, and extend my gaze – all in hopes of snagging a glance at beauty in the ordinary.
