Yesterday, I was walking down by the river in the morning, feeling sad and stuck and frustrated. In grass-is-greener mood, sorry for myself and wishing for some other bloody life other than the one I'm living.
I stopped, as I usually do, in front of this beautiful tree. I often run my hand over its rough bark, take some leaves from the low-lying branches for my kitchen bench.
What I noticed this time, though, was the glorious blue in-between the leaves, the beautiful shape the sky made.
I was reminded immediately of the painting Georgia O'Keefe made in 1929 she called The Lawrence Tree.
In her painting, it's the stars she sees through the trees but the perspective and feeling's the same: the noticing of the outrageous beauty to be found in this world of ours, the longing for what is out of reach.
This sight, it snapped me out of my grass-is-greener vibe. Made me feel real good. Made me smile. Jesus it felt good to smile.
You know the best thing?
I didn't have to save for years and travel in pilgrimage to Taos in New Mexico to DH Lawrence's old ranch in order to see this sight [not that I'd mind doing that, don't get me wrong...]. I just walked out my door, crossed the road and took a gentle walk down by the riverside, and there it was. A plain and simple gum tree that, seen in the right light, from the right perspective, became my very own Lawrence Tree.
Beauty isn't an extraordinary thing. It is an everyday constant.
Our eyes and heart just need to be open enough to see it.