…predicting growth and beauty…
…predicting growth and beauty…
A degraded view:
The steps have rusted out.
The concrete is broken.
Leaves are scattered on the ground.
A branch of a tree has fallen into the river.
It’s all falling apart, folks!
And it is kinda beautiful….
‘Beauty is Hard To Find Sometimes’
Wind and water, those eternal elements, have pitted the pale rocks on the surf beach at New Zealand’s Mangawhai Heads.
I have been drawn to the formations for many years.
A lesson in being beautiful despite being worse for wear…
Flowers do not need to persuade you of their beauty.
They just sit there being their own damn sweet selves, and we are inspired.
We are taught to be assertive in order to persuade someone, commence or change something. Assertiveness is seen as a modern day virtue.
However, the individuals who have had the greatest effect on me were the gentle sort. Those who didn’t try to convince me of the right way to do something, or how I should be. They were good listeners as much as anything, and carried themselves by soft action.
Being gentle is hard(excuse the pun).
I have had to go through a bit of a re-wiring process this last year or two. Rough circumstances have knocked a few sharp edges off, but if the school of hard knocks is your only teacher, you just get worn down and eroded away at some point.
You can’t be gentle without first being easier and softer on yourself.
Berating yourself for every f**k up you make, or have made, does not make you better or treat others more kindly. The opposite in fact.
So, just go a bit easier on yourself, petal….you’re alright really.
The view up to a stunning vaulted ceiling in England’s York Minster.
Justifiably lauded for its architecture, it was the complex symmetry of it all that left me dazzled.
Like this segmented design ,radiating out from the centre of the ceiling like a star, or a flower, then falling down smoothly to enfold the equally beautiful arched windows.
I am a bit of a sucker for symmetry, as some pictures elsewhere on this blog will attest.
As a religious house it is well nigh perfect.
But, there was the nagging thought in my mind that it was a grand, and failed, attempt – it was made by imperfect humans after all ! – to capture a universal spirituality that is at times:
Three Scottish ladies up on the hard, and in varying states of fitness and beauty !
The pace on the London Underground is relentless.
In the odd quiet moment however you note that some of the stations have their own beauty and elegance.
Easy to miss when concentrating on getting to your next destination…
I think we all want harmony – within things and between them ,as with this view of tropical flowers floating in water – and between people and within themselves. Peacefulness and inner beauty ,that sort of thing, you know?
But maybe it’s too much to ask. Some things cropped up today and I wonder why some people do not appear to want that at all. They seem to want to find fault, sow discord and generally wreck things that don’t need wrecking.
Inner disharmony is at root of this malaise. I know that state at times (we all do), but I try not to want it, and certainly not the destruction that follows.
Anyway, I have no real answers to that conundrum today, but in the meantime, have some beautiful blossoms as an aiming point!
” Butterflies are self propelled flowers.”
Achilles Point is one of Auckland’s many cool vantage points and one of the places I go just to look out over the rocks ,reefs ,waves ,islands,and the constantly changing horizon.
A simple luxury ,if that is not a contradiction in terms.
You either love them or hate them.
I find them beautiful.
Maybe because the danger factor makes them more alluring.
Perhaps because I can be a prickly bastard too…