Having lived in a van--and, thus, woken often in the wild somewhere--for much of the last four years, I’ve often meditated on how exactly to put to words why waking in these quiet spaces awakens in me an incrementally growing sense of calm. “There is a great eternal beauty throughout the world, and it is scattered justly over the small things and the big; for in the important and essential there is no injustice in the whole earth.” When I read this line, it struck me that it might speak to the way living alone in the wild spaces works in me. How often I can’t help but be enthralled by the wonder of things like a tent-worm tent bejeweled by dew or a horned lizard who often flattens itself beneath the flat rock I sometimes use as a plate or a flame-colored, long-legged wasp who meanders through my campsite every morning.
As someone who has recently been sourcing delight from small, ‘everyday’ objects and nature, this post rings especially true. Beauty really is everywhere if you take the time to notice it.
This entry made me think of delightful times on the shore. Give me a beach full of stones washed in by the sea and, girl or grown woman, I will enjoy the beauty of the small things at my feet.
Wonderful post. Love this & arrived as I’m outside noticing how beautiful dried shriveled leaves on pokeberry look with sunlight showing transparency.
Fantastic ❤️
Having lived in a van--and, thus, woken often in the wild somewhere--for much of the last four years, I’ve often meditated on how exactly to put to words why waking in these quiet spaces awakens in me an incrementally growing sense of calm. “There is a great eternal beauty throughout the world, and it is scattered justly over the small things and the big; for in the important and essential there is no injustice in the whole earth.” When I read this line, it struck me that it might speak to the way living alone in the wild spaces works in me. How often I can’t help but be enthralled by the wonder of things like a tent-worm tent bejeweled by dew or a horned lizard who often flattens itself beneath the flat rock I sometimes use as a plate or a flame-colored, long-legged wasp who meanders through my campsite every morning.
Breathtaking; thank you
True words of a poet who sees all with his eyes, heart, and soul.
Such a lovely letter.
Beautiful meditation
As someone who has recently been sourcing delight from small, ‘everyday’ objects and nature, this post rings especially true. Beauty really is everywhere if you take the time to notice it.
Thank you for such a great post!
This entry made me think of delightful times on the shore. Give me a beach full of stones washed in by the sea and, girl or grown woman, I will enjoy the beauty of the small things at my feet.
Who was the translator? He surely didn’t write in English?