West Marin artist Susan Hall says “to really see beauty means to be receptive and to allow the soul of what is being looked at to penetrate the seer’s inner eye…” (excerpted from “Beauty and Landscape”, Hall, 1992)
Here's a beautiful soul that has penetrated my inner eye lately:
I've just spend two days creating my new Squidoo lens.
In case you have no idea what that is, it's a genius idea created by marketing guru Seth Godin - a site where people can create pages giving their 'lens' on a subject they have particular expertise in. These pages are often quite useful resource guides on a wide variety of topics, and mine is a BRILLIANT guide to bringing beauty to the internet through online design. It has some great documents, links, photos, videos and a list of excellent books along with some helpful "tips" to get you started.
The trouble is that the Squidoo system is set up so that a person can't even begin promoting their lens until it gets a certain number of 'hits' and a decent rating. So if you have even a tiny touch of geekiness in you - or if you just have a warm heart and want to support me - please sign in to Squidoo (it's free and exceptionally easy) and rate my lens: www.squidoo.com/beautyandtechnology
My friend Kay was visiting last weekend. It's always amazing to be around her, but ever since she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, her velocity as a light in the world has been accelerating. For someone who knows that death may be coming soon the beauty of life is even more poignant, and being with Kay is to savor each moment we have.
Saturday I went on an adventure with my friend Joan Underwood, visiting native plant nurseries and hunting for buckeye seedpods on the side of the road. We were up in Tilden Park when we were distracted by a "Pottery Sale" sign...
The word glorious has 'gold' at its root... its luminescence the link back to transcendent 'light'. This photograph, taken by Nancy White, is the epitome of glorious to me (click it for more of her photo beauty):
I don’t have any hard facts to back me up on this, but it seems like there are very few seabirds around since the massive oil spill in the San Francisco bay last week. This morning on my walk I saw a young gull in the ‘PartyTime’ parking lot.
It was completely alone, desultorily pecking at a plastic bag, of all things, and looking a little dazed. I stopped to see if it was ok, and it appeared to be oil-free, but it’s hard to know what ‘ok’ would be like for a gull these days.