I am blessed to have stumbled upon Emily Freeman’s blog about a year ago. Her words continue to move me in unimaginable ways. To look beyond the mundane of daily existence and into the mysteries of the world. Raindrops on a newly fallen leaf. Stars in the sky. The simplistic beauty of love, friendship, family.
Today, we are taking the time to be small. To find beauty in the simple things in life. We are joining Emily as she and other bloggers write about “discovering gifts in the midst of the ordinary” through her Tuesdays Unwrapped series.
When I first came across one of her blog posts, many months ago, I was struck by the beauty of its words. How the message seemed to transcend the letters on my laptop screen and into my heart. How her simple words aroused a feeling in me of what it is like to truly believe in love and the beauty of life… to leave the materialistic and possessive things behind.
“She moved slow, heavy, regal. And I wished I was there, part of the buzz and glitz and mystery. But not really. Because as I lazy-looped my arm through The Man’s and we meandered our way back to our beach house, I realized that this life I live is someone else’s boat – they look and long and wish for this. And so do I, until I remember I have it. That glamour life doesn’t really exist, and the ones who chase it discover quick, It isn’t really there. Whoever named the boat knew that. This tangible life is never enough, not really.”
Isn’t that beautiful? Doesn’t it make you want to soak in all the simple things of the world?
Today, I’d like you to join me in appreciating the simplicity and beauty of words. Take time to transcend yourself from the busy traffic of the day — highways, corporations, money, arguments, greed, crime — and move into the fairytale of words. Allow them to touch you, to unleash an idea, a belief, a feeling that is all your own. Indulge in the fantasy.
More inspiration from the opening passage of “Anam Cara”
It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring you news of this inner world. Through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul. These sounds are words. The world is full of words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly, in rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books. The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us. We take each other’s sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies. Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates. Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.
Do you have goosebumps like me? Where is your ‘here’? Where is your world? What are you creating?
Or, how about the simple emotion of feeling young…
Be my thrill
My little white pill
My unpaid bill
The one who will
Be my love
My little grey dove
My push and my shove
My heaven above
Be my one
My day in the sun
My little pop gun
The best thing I’ve done
Be my what
My open and shut
My everything but
My little hot slut
Be my youth
My kissing booth
My little sweet tooth
My beauty and truth
~The Weepies, Be My Thrill
Don’t the words just make you want to fall in love? Do you feel young again?
Take some time to find beauty in words today. They are all around you. <3