“Without, or with, offense to friends or foes, I sketch your world exactly as it goes.” Lord Byron.
I love my view of the Puget Sound from our perch on Bainbridge Island.
I love my chairs to sit and watch the world go by. If it is warm and dry, my red rocking chair on our deck is first choice. If cold or rainy, my green easy chair looking through our picture window beckons.
This morning the sun rises so quickly I almost miss the instant of first light.
“When we awaken to the call of beauty, we become aware of new ways of being in the world. We were created to be creators. At its deepest heart, creativity is meant to serve and evoke beauty. When this desire and capacity come alive, new wells spring up in parched ground; difficulty becomes invitation and rather than striving against the grain of our nature, we gall into rhythm with its deepest urgency and passion.” – p.7 from Beauty: The Invisible Embrace.
To the north, Mt Baker peaks over Wing Point. To the south, Mt Rainier reflects the early morning pink rays of sunrise under our sentinel pine. My day has begun from my green easy chair.
I look forward to reading and reflecting. Instead the sunrise beckons me to sit back and “see” the sun remove the shadows of the transition from night to day.
The starlings are flocking to the flinging of peanuts in the shell from our neighbor’s early morning sharing. The squirrels are close behind picking up the remains.
Instead of reading about beauty, I spend a half hour drinking my coffee and absorbing what is right in front of me.
From my chair.