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Beauty hiding in plain site…

From my chair to yours…

“I would like to spend the rest of my days in a place so silent–and working at a pace so slow–that I would be able to hear myself living.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things

Moss has always fascinated me. It’s tucked in all around crevices, rocks, buildings and until I notice it, it’s just there, like so many things quietly doing their own thing. When I take an interest, they come to life.

Years ago, I listened to the book mentioned above written by Elizabeth Gilbert. The narrator was a vibrant, inspiring voice and artist belonging to Juliet Stevenson. As all writers, some creations are stunning, others are ok. This book is brilliant, stunning, and captivating. Just in case you haven’t read it, I won’t ruin it for you, but I will say it opens up the world of moss through the eyes of a woman scientist.
There are twelve thousand (12,000) species of moss silently living a life of beauty for over four million (4,000,000) years. Maybe in my next life I’ll be a Bryologist.

Mosses are velvety soft, cushiony and grow on roofs, cracks, garden walls. They grow in unique environments, from cold mountain tops to the baking scorching deserts, in temperatures from 100 degrees C (212 degrees F) to -272 degrees C (-1457.6 degrees F). That’s a big wow of a spread. They are around us, hiding in plain sight. They do not have roots and have lived through a range of drastic climate changes, helping create new ecosystems.

When I was a little girl, I used to lie down on the grass and watch the tiniest of ants moving about. I mainly relied on my own devices, and this was one of my fascinations. This was a part of my daily ritual unless I had a summer kickball game. Then I would head back home later in the afternoon to continue viewing my little family of formicidae. They were always moving.
Maybe that’s where I spied my first contact with moss, staring down on my walks so I wouldn’t step on any little “things.”

There are so many spectacular sights when I focus on the “things” this planet has and they are all around me, above me and under my feet. I marvel at it all when I pay attention.
What a grand day job that would be to marvel and be paid for it!

I think our human species is a lot like the little flowers that push up between concrete slabs. We continue to push through adversity and grow.
At least for most of us, given time, we push through.

So, if you’re on a walk and see someone bending down, staring closely at something at ground level, say hello, it could be me!

These two images were taken a week ago as I was walking.

I wanted to share one of my stories that had a similar theme. I found this from my book Outpourings….

Little Gifts

Remembering that during the first two years of COVID, I walked more than I ever had.
On one of my routes, I would pass a large metal streetlamp. Its base was about three feet high. Around the base was an oval ledge. On this ledge, people began leaving little pieces of themselves to share with others. This was during the very early stages of the pandemic when extreme caution (and craziness) was taking place. When we undressed after walking through our front door. When we left “thank you” on the front door for UPS, Amazon and the postman, diligently wiping down all the packages.
Vigilant with everything, at least most of us.
There were only a few who walked this route that found the ledge of gifts. Every day I wondered what was added, what would be taken. Small stones, little crosses, Stars of David, and sometimes a slight slip of paper with a word on it under a small stone.
I began leaving teeny pieces of jewelry and stones to be shared with someone on the “gift ledge.”
When someone took anything I left, it felt like a gift to me as well.
There was a lot of gentle magic during the early days of COVID. I practiced paying attention to this part of my universe.
Every day, little gifts are waiting to be realized.

Have a week of gentle magic!


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