A Space to Be
What is your job? I don’t mean what job pays your bills, what is your heart’s work? What were you sent here to contribute?
Standing on a jagged rock, on the coast of Maine, with majestic sweeping views in front of me, my attention kept pulling me to a single leaf behind me. Ignoring that call, I continued to click away at the grand vistas. That constant summoning to a solitary, seemingly insignificant object in the woods continued throughout the day, along with my refusal to listen.
Like a mother fed up with her child's barrage of “why” questions, while tugging at her pant leg, I finally gave in to the relentless calls and turned to the woods. A cast of characters called to me.
A lone leaf being gently held on a pine bough.
A delicate windswept feather, finding a space to breathe on a mammoth rock.
An immature fern sprout, late to the party, as autumn settles in.
And a still life composed by nature showing her harmony and jewel-like intricacies.
We all need space. Space to truly take in a moment, space to recognize an objects inherent delicacy and most importantly space for gratitude arise.
So... never under-estimate the power of an apparently inconsequential composition.
Not to worry, I’m here to remind you.
Live in color,
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