There is always more than one way to see.
Some see ordinary. . .
while others see beautiful.
Close your eyes and imagine a blade of grass . . .
Did you see ordinary?
Or, like this quote from Robin Wall Kimmerer’s book, Braiding Sweetgrass, did you see beautiful?
Hold out your hands and let me lay upon them a sheaf of freshly picked sweetgrass, loose and flowing like newly washed hair. Golden green and glossy above, the stems are banded with purple and white where they meet the ground. Hold the bundle up to your nose. Find the fragrance of honeyed vanilla over the scent of river water and black earth and you understand its scientific name: Hierochloe Odorata, meaning the fragrant holy grass. In our language it is called wiingaashk, the sweet smelling hair of Mother Earth. Breathe it in and you start to remember things you didn’t know you’d forgotten.
Reading her poetic words about grass causes my vision to change . . .
from ordinary to beautiful.
Now, suspended between the seasons, watching summer dwindle, I am fooled into thinking all is ordinary.
But when I take the time to go outside with my camera,
I am amazed
by the beauty
Of course, it helps to have a bed of zinnias and visits from neighboring peacocks!
Can you see it?