grace, sufficient and extravagant
As I climbed into bed last night, I was distracted by the view out my window and a thought.
I love this place.
It got me out of bed early the other day, too, because I woke up and the sky was so gloriously beautiful. It fits right in with the over-joyed theme of this summer.
This summer makes for a second full rotation of seasons that I've had in Bloomington, living in the same apartment in the same town. It has been so very, very good.
There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life.
Every one of them sufficient.
We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world.
Look at the sky.
It's not dark and black and without character.
The black is in fact deep blue.
And over there! Lighter blue.
And blowing through the blueness and the blackness,
the winds swirling through the air.
And there, shining, burning, bursting through,
Can you see how they roll their light?
Everywhere we look,
complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
Love and hurry are fundamentally incompatible.
Love always takes time,
and time is the one thing hurried people don't have.
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes.
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
You say grace before meals.
But I say grace before the concert & the opera,
& grace before the play & pantomime,
& grace before I open a book,
& grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing
& grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
~G. K. Chesterton