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| Geranium on the back porch, November 2020 |
Blessed are the fallen, for they will be received by love.
Blessed are the faded, for what comes now is a new kind of beauty.
Blessed are the fragile, for they will become a call to gentleness.
Blessed are those who let go, for they will know the gift of surrender.
Blessed are those who might seem invisible, for they will be seen and celebrated.
Blessed are those with whom we share the world, for they will be our teachers and companions.
Blessed are those who reach the end of life, for their seeds will make a new beginning.
* Today's entry is inspired by the art and writing assignment from Chapter 6 in The Artist's Rule: nurturing your creative soul with monastic wisdom by Christine Valtners Paintner. We are invited to write our own beatitudes (Matthew 5:1-12) and we are invited to take a photo in the spirit of wabi sabi: "Wabi-sabi is the beauty of the withered, weathered, tarnished, scarred, intimate, course, earthly, evanescent, tentative, ephemeral," (p. 91) I started with the photo I took yesterday, a cluster of dead flowers that had fallen from the geranium. The beatitudes came from sitting with the photo this morning. The blue spots on the pavement are remnants of my son's spraypaint art on the back porch.
