Welcome to Finding Something Lovely. Sip a cup of tea and stay awhile. Here you will find a little piece of calm and perhaps, something strangely lovely too.
Beauty lives all around us.
Monthly Archives: December 2010
December 24, 2010Posted by on
Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.
American Beauty came out in 1999 when I was far too young to be allowed to watch it. With all that nudity and controversy it wasn’t even a blip on my 5th grade radar screen. It was only in High School that I first watched the film and was immediately in love. Who needs to date high school boys when there were all these great movies suddenly available?! My appreciation of the film, while late, is certainly vast. And this scene is by far my favourite. (Although the close runner up is the scene, “Uh, whose car is that out front?” “Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I’ve always wanted and now I have it. I rule!” I, too, feel victory when he says the ‘I rule’ bit.)
This scene with the plastic bags, it really is a beauty. The whole idea of watching life so much closer than we currently do is a terribly romantic thought, isn’t it? It reminds us to stop moving so fast. Slow up and take some notice!
Sadly, I do miss the electricity in the air before a storm- sometimes I forget to watch the sunset or kiss my husband goodnight. Instead of being in the now, I am in dreamland, somewhere between the past and the future where things happen but through a misty overhang of nostaglia and sweet imagined regret.
Christmas is tomorrow and this film is my Christmas reminder that the land I physically inhabit is not imaginary. It is a place where plastic grocery bags dance in the wind and friends and family gather around the dinner table to celebrate this wonderful season.
This reminder is today’s something lovely- Today is all we actually have.
December 23, 2010Posted by on
When we moved into our home last year, we realised the previous owners had forgotten to plant plants in the flower beds. The flowerbeds became dirt beds.
I’ll let you in on a secret. I am not a gardener. Blame it on allergies or fear of the strange African insects, it doesn’t matter. Truth is, I avoid gardening outside at all costs.
My darling Hubs mows the lawn every week keeping the lawn nice and neat, and he does a great job keeping the trees and other plant life alive but those dirt beds are in bad shape. They are covered in weeds and malnourished dirt. Flowers? Nope. Living plants? Doubt it.
Sometimes I feel so frustrated that I am not a gardener who can whip out the spade and the trowel and dig and plant and water and life springs forth. But maybe this is a matter of perspective.
What do you see?
(Via Fibre Active)
Do you see weeds or wishes?
A little punk rock band from the early 2000s released this song that points to Dandelions as the proof of perspective. A little boy journeys into a field and collects little yellow dandelions for his mom. His mom sees loves in the weeds. Personally, I see Benadryl and a nap.
What weeds do you grumble about that maybe might be flowers with another perceptive? For me, it is literally the weeds in my garden. With a different perceptive, I can choose to see that life maybe lives in that soil after-all.
How are you choosing to view your ‘weeds’?
December 23, 2010Posted by on
The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
Finding something lovely is not about finding happiness tomorrow. It is not about the glamour or glitter of extravagance. It is about looking at everyday and finding beauty.
Washing dishes after a long, sultry meal is beautiful. A sweet kiss from a rose cheeked child is beautiful. And art. Creating for art’s sake? That is beautiful too.
This morning, for me, it was an extra hour’s sleep before the telephone rang. An extra hours rest before a particularly busy day IS a beautiful thing.
Today, what have you enjoyed that was beautiful?