Ali--I think I'm going to always collect little elephants! Thank you for thinking of me.This week has definitely been a week of identifying art and romance in ordinary things. I bought three white tulips on my walk home from school, looked up at the sky and noticed the telephone wires looked patterned and interestingly angled. I noticed little balls of water clinging to a shampoo bottle--they looked desperate to remain whole.
The velvet green cushions I see every day look magical in a certain time of sun. Light changes mere objects into beauties. I find myself aweing over dish soap in afternoon dazzle, blue glasses among a multiplicty of fire fairies.
The water in the tub seems black and white marble to me--it seals me in its stillness. Its swirls seem permanent, ancient even. I sit among stone.
The world is not what it seems. Far from it. Enchantment makes her up--she is the stuff of God so that even deserts and smog speak of some kind of genius.
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In my English high school days when I had the fabulous teacher Mrs. Lake, she would have us write weekly "observations" where we could write about anything --- anything --- but it had to be descriptive. They were my favorite assignment because you could write about something as simple as the soap bubbles in the sunlight or the wires dangling above or the moon late at night. You would be fabulous at them. That assignment truly made me more aware. And still to this day, I notice the little things that most people would pass right by. Your post just reminded me of that. It was beautiful. You are a beautiful person, dear Jacque.
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