Category Archives: Flowers

148. Convention (Aesthetics 7)

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At some point we encounter a rose covered in raindrops, or a photo of a kitten catching snowflakes on its tiny nose, and we feel programmed to acknowledge this as beauty, as pleasing, which indeed it is. But the problem with convention is that it goes straight to the brain and bypasses the eyes of the heart, in much the same way as clichés do in language. A poem full of phrases we’ve heard many times before is unlikely to move us, to engage our emotions. Boredom is a terrible human invention, and familiarity (to use a cliché) does indeed breed contempt.

So what must we do when there is a rose covered in raindrops before us? We must see it with new eyes. Does our heart say it is lovely, and does it give us joy? Is it a meeting with beauty? Can we see something fresh and new here? Can we know for ourselves, the loveliness of each new rose?

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

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142. Weed (Aesthetics 1)

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When we think of beauty, we are programmed to think of symmetry and perfection, to rate certain face shapes, body sizes, over others. There even seems to be a hierarchy of plants. Think for instance, what the first flower is that comes to mind when you want one that is aesthetically pleasing, and you are more than likely to come up with a rose, or an orchid. But there are a great number of beautiful weeds, too, like these lady’s slippers growing in my lawn, just as there are beautiful people who don’t fit the stereotypes. We need to develop wiser eyes, and challenge the automatic paths we think along.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

138. Flowers (Light 11)

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These camellias were growing just outside the local church, in their tiny courtyard. The vibrancy of their colour stopped me in my wheelchair tracks, and the beauty of their shape too, but most of all, the way the sunlight reflected off their silken swirls, creating a haze of delicate light.

It often seems to me that the wonder of the world is not such beauty, but that people can pass by it without being astounded by such abundant grace. My astonishment is that some people barely see these out of the corner of their eye and think, “they’re just flowers.”

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

Day 114: Meadow

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I see a meadow, our meadow is coming. A place where the butterflies of grace flit to and fro by unearthly rhythms, and the grasses are clothed in splendour. Where cornflowers explode like blue star fireworks and the poppies sing in zinging red robes.  Sky and blood and gold move in the Spirit’s breath; the dandelion roars God’s praise, and the humble daisy sways, eyes closed in pink-edged prayer.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt