Yes, our lives are sewn on occasion with a texture of joy unmistakeable, the foretastes. But many days, if not most hours, reek of repetition, a mundane rising and falling punctuated with what the old hymn writer penned as 'seasons of distress and grief.' The relief you are charged to bring to our souls in times like these is beauty - nothing more, nothing less. It is your only duty. Give up all other ambitions for the dross they are. Give the mundane its beautiful due. at Dirty Shame
Friday, May 20, 2011
living loveliness- give the mundane it's beautiful due
For some reason Blogger lost my most recent post last week, so here it is in case you missed it:
I find myself in a book jam. I have too many good books started at the same time, and when I have time to read I can't decide which ...
Today the earth is pressed against this wide white emptiness and there is still this gap in me, this hesitation. I've been thinking a...