There are fewer moments of silence sometimes, and thought they are more spread apart, their value does not go unnoticed. It’s just that rare. Things have been a whirlwind of busyness, with the kids growing so quickly, school and house demands, and the wonderful flu that has somehow hit our house 4 times this year. I’ve been aching for the silence of nature, the quiet of heart and soul, the desire to just be… instead of the rush and roar of days.
A few weeks ago we had state testing, which required us to drive to another city. Despite being away from home, we had more relaxing days with less expectations. Just show up… drop the kiddos who were testing off and find a way to spend your time. Since they got finished early each day, we made sure to drop by at the gardens to spend the rest of the afternoon. I cannot explain how thrilling it has been… to see all the new growth, things coming back to life after a long winter, and of course, the beauty of a quiet day.
I’ve been braver these days. Well, some may say crazy… but beauty is in the eye of the beholder 🙂 In the past, I have somehow made it possible to take pictures in one of two ways (1) standing and (2) crouching. I’ve been wanting to get closer. I’ve been wanting to see every angle. Somehow, the aching for spring has just brought out my bold side. I find a flower… I sit down, bend over, crawl beneath. yes, I’m not kidding. I have found taking pictures much more personal this way… though it looks odd to see and older person sitting down in front of a flower for an extended period of time… scooch down further to another flower and do the same thing. The thing is, I don’t really care. The odd thing is, that’s not really like me… but I know that if I want to soak in this beauty I really need to get closer and in the moment, I am seriously not aware of anything else.
Our last visit was so relaxing in this way. Of course, we did not get through the gardens hardly at all… but I was incredibly thrilled and the feeling has not left me… even after a few weeks. In my reverie, I found beauty in the shadows of silence. Of course, I was there specifically to take pictures of the flowers… but I became entranced by the shadows of the flowers. Mind you, I have plenty of beautiful images of the flowers themselves, but truly I look at these images and I am suddenly filled with the silence and thoughtfulness I felt when I took them. They speak to me, and I guess a part of me is hoping they will speak to you as well.