Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. Franz Kafka
Yesterday I carried a Parker Palmer quote with me. In my head and in a little notebook tucked inside my purse. Thoughts about listening to my life came and went. About 8:30 last night I retrieved the notebook, set the timer, and began writing. The well-rehearsed thoughts were quickly noted, followed by pieces of ideas I didn’t expect. Whoa. That was cool.
So this morning I choose another quote. Not as much from my angst as from curiosity. What might I discover if I go to the gardens behind the art museum? Or visit my artist-in-residence friends downtown? Or pick up the book I was enjoying yesterday? Or work in my vegetable garden after yesterday’s storm?
I like the potential of this idea…
- There is beauty in the world! (megnocero.wordpress.com)