We're so focused on drama, and moving fast, that it can be easy to overlook the subtle aspects of life. In my experience that's where so much of life's richness is found - in the subtleties, the small and vast things that are part of every day; a smile, the way a flower grows out of a stone wall, the first cup of morning coffee, the way my body works its complex systems with no conscious effort on my part, the way the light changes through the day...
Several weeks ago I visited Morris Arboretum in Philadelphia. It's an amazing place, and if you've never been there, I encourage you to go. My favorite time is when the magnolias bloom. They carpet the hillside, and when they bloom it's like wandering through a fairy land. I was standing under a huge magnolia, lost in the beauty of light, form and color, loving the contrast between the white blossoms and the deep blue sky, when the breeze picked up. In that moment, I was showered with petals drifting down from the tree. I don't have words to describe what it felt like - it was a gift of grace that I experienced through my whole being. If I hadn't taken the time to slow down and appreciate a tree, I would have missed the moment.
What subtle experiences have enriched your life?
Although it's cold here in the northeast, and tulips are still a dream, spring is surging. The light is stronger, I can hear more songbirds, and snowdrops, winter aconite and hellebore are blooming in the garden. What a gift - life emerging in this way after a long, cold winter. No matter how many years I experience it, it's always new.
Wishing you the miracle of new growth,
Last year I spent the month of February in Santa Fe, New Mexico. When I returned home in early March, there was still snow on the ground and the earth was frozen at least 6" down. And yet ... in the midst of the cold, the snow, the frigid earth ... there were flowers. Snowdrops arising to gift my eyes. How wondrous that such fragile beauty (or maybe not so fragile) can grow in those conditions. Life never ceases to amaze me. May your life be filled with beauty, no matter what is going on.
P.S. I really wanted to share this experience with you, but this is the most decent photograph of snowdrops in the snow that I have. It's not my best work, and as a result, I almost didn't use this post - but the story won the day.
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An exhibition and sale of my paintings and photographs is currently under way at Cathedral Village in Philadelphia. It's a beautiful space, and they've told me that everyone loves it. Below is a review just published in their newsletter. Thanks, Skip, for the wonderful write up!
A Most Unusual Show
By Skip Shakespeare
On one side of the gallery there are several pictures of non-objective forms, created in watercolor pencil and paint brush, many of them with swirling patterns, requiring an amazingly steady hand. Within the forms are the very subtle changes of color this unusual medium makes possible. Most of the pictures are set off with small compositions made up of letters from obscure alphabets. They are the work of Cynthia Joba, who told the members of the art committee in a pre-dinner talk that she is a writer who, 14 years ago, began painting, and had a sort of spiritual awakening when she discovered her instinctive visual talent. There's no "right-side-up" - the pictures can be seen in any way. The one-word titles suggest an emotion, such as joy, but it is for viewers to supply their own responses.
On the other side of the gallery there are about a dozen photographs which look into the heart of beautiful flowers, close up, showing details we'd never noticed before. She is a great admirer of Philadelphia gardens, and obviously a talented observer with the technical skill to show the natural world in a special way.
There was no mention in Cynthia Joba's talk of any formal training, either in painting or photography. Her work is an unusual example of inborn talent and vivid experience, and it is a pleasure to see the results.
With residents who attended my talk