We must learn to see the world anew
Mr Einstein was right, of course, so I seek out times of stillness, simply to gaze, sometimes, upon what is before me, allowing silence to colour, hearten, illuminate, imagine, recollect and suggest in all that I see.
Hence deep moments with a little four-foot fir tree. Installed festal guest in our home just a few hours ago, its sweet scented simplicity, bedecked in tiny coloured lights, is both warm-familiar and mystery to me.
And tonight, by grace of contemplation and gift of imagination, each lamp, steady and true, brings heartfelt and thankful nearnesses to mind, with you, and with you, and with you (dear fellow writers, over there) too.