At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don’t need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.
Toni Morrison, Tar Baby
I am getting over my self-imposed grayness. A wise friend suggested upon reading my last post that maybe my purpose in life is not to write but rather to have my heart open to the world. This small adjustment, made by a yoga teacher – how wonderfully apropos! – has been ever so helpful. So I’ve been looking for beauty in unexpected places – like alleyways and countertops. It’s even helping me to see beauty in my son’s recent moodiness. (Legos – URGH! You are evil! Ok, so I’m failing in seeing beauty in Legos.) There is such abundant LIFE in Tobey – all wrapped in a stubborn exterior.
Despite Morrison’s admonition against recording, I can’t help myself. Here are some little pieces of beauty from my corner of the world to yours.
Below: Tobey at his best and recovering from his worst.