greatness in small things

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“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”

~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

sipping my tea outside, enjoying this first warm day in April.

stockpiling

swan lake

falling slowly

“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.”

~ Siobhan Vivian

I’m a bit like a mad woman, scrambling to capture every bit of autumn color I can find. Heavy rains are expected later in the week and I expect much of the leaves will be washed to the ground. A beautiful season but far too fleeting…now why can’t winter come and go as fast?

through the window

at the end of the day

“Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?”

~ Lois Lowry, The Giver

from out of nowhere

a flutter

” … I come here every day, say hello to the butterflies, and talk about things with them. When the time comes, though, they just quietly go off and disappear. I’m sure it means they’ve died, but I can never find their bodies. They don’t leave any trace behind. It’s like they’ve been absorbed by the air. They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world.”

~ Haruki Murakami