Truth and Beauty
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I work in a room built partly of glass—the north and west walls each composed of two long, deep, and deeply silled windows. Along the western wall, on differently heighted tables, there is a treble clef of color—the prayer plant, the bloomed azalea, the violets, the beginnings of a tree. Beyond this, outside, is the dogwood full of finch, and beyond the tree is my long, sweeping, and, for now (save for the dancing mirrors) dormant garden.
Yesterday I noticed that one of my Christmas cacti, in bud for weeks, was refusing to fully spread its scintillated peach skirts. I moved the whole to a spot of sun, just to see. I went back to my desk to finish a client brochure, and when I looked up again, not 20 minutes later, the entire thing had gone into outrageous bloom.
I had the macro on my camera. I moved in close. This is beauty, then. And truth.
6 comments:
You have an office made for inspiration. All the color and life!
I'm convinced Christmas cacti are sensitive plants. My mother-in-law had this one Christmas cacti for years, with glorious blooms. When she passed away four years ago, the Christmas cacti would not bloom. Freaked us right out.
What a beautiful picture!
Vivian,
This office is a paradise, a quiet space, a portal.
I completely believe your story about the cactus. I know such things to be true.
Lilly, Thank you. It almost goes with your name.
Beautiful pictures and workspace. The tall windows must be wonderful.
I had a lovely card in my mailbox this afternoon...thank you! :) Is that your poem?
It's all so miraculous, isn't it? And humbling and inspirational and, yes, truth.
Right there on the windowsill.
XO
Anna
Why, yes, my dear Em. It is.... (thank you)
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