Wednesday, June 20, 2012

 

The Owls in France


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When my parents are in France, my mom sends letters describing their adventures with these tiny, beautiful pencil drawings at the margins: Two perfect cherries, a path through the orchard, young leaves on old vines... whatever it is that captures her on a walk that day, often. Above is one of those tiny drawings from their recent trip (they are back now).

I read those letters over and over, and savor the pictures. Such beauty in little things! It's wonderful to have had that perspective my whole life, and even as I try to create things on a large scale, I still need to look up and see the tiny, perfect things now and then.

Comments:
Each owl looks like it has a distinct personality.
 
"...as I try to create things on a large scale, I still need to look up and see the tiny, perfect things now and then."

During a mid-day dialogue at St. Thomas this spring, Rabbi Cohen expressed it well when speaking of the roots (foundation) that supports the greatest of trees (an ever growing faith).

In my world, "large scale" buildings rest upon an unnoticed foundation often constructed one "tiny" stone at a time.

Imagine the symbolism if everyone, who was involved with or worked on the new World Trade Center Tower in Lower Manhatten, could imbed their palm print into the wet concrete of the plaza. Such a tapestry of tiny, perfect expressions of God's creation that would be...
 
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
 
i was thinking the same exact thing, megan.
 
I was thinking something like:

I see England, I see France,
I see Owly's Underpants.


Yes, I live with a 5 year old.
 
my mom had the most unique handwriting. it was really awesome. I sometimes find things she had written. Its nice to remember things but also weird to know that when a person is gone so is that handwriting... you know? I mean any NEW things they write..

anyway... you shoudl treasure those letters!:)
 
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