Tag Archives: perception

147. Tree Lace (Aesthetics 6)

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When the branches of the trees are all bare like this, and you look upwards into the intricate patterns, it almost seems like the skeletal forms are reaching out for one another in a Sistine Chapel vision that would be worthy of Michelangelo. Connections with art inform our sense of appreciation, and the interlacing of these trees against the blue sky, and probably under the ground too, is also part of the world’s beautiful connecting.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

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146. Dandelion Clock (Aesthetics 5)

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The sense of wonder we have already spoken of continues to inform all the other ways of seeing, and perceiving beauty, finding something aesthetically pleasing, is no exception. How perfect is the sphere of a dandelion clock, and how symmetrical and yet tiny, a little planet of starbursts! These are plucked up swiftly by most gardeners, knowing how hard the plant is to remove, but for me they are globes of soft wishes, and delightful to look at.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

145. Not Knowing (Aesthetics 4)

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Sometimes we find something beautiful without really knowing why, and that is okay. Our inner seeing is often hard to articulate, and it is good to be lost for words. This is one photo I took which I love, but which I can’t (and don’t want to) analyse. It’s just beautiful. Something about it holds together right and pleases me. As with many other areas of our spirituality, often we need to accept that we don’t know, and that this is just a normal part of life.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

144. Decay (Aesthetics 3)

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The Japanese have a helpful term, wabi sabi, which means the beauty possible within imperfect things, even difficult things, like death. There is a strange beauty that we can see if we train ourselves to do so, in the processes of dying and decay. Sometimes these things are just ugly, it’s true, and I don’t think there’s much point in denying that.

In mysticism we learn that everything belongs, but that doesn’t mean it’s always pleasant, either to go through or to watch. But just occasionally, there is a pattern or a juxtaposition that our inner eye can point to as lovely, even as the cross can somehow be when we gaze upon it.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

163: Pothole

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Collapsed under the sheer weight of traffic, implosion caused by heavy loads that were never yours to bear, not for you to carry, even for that one moment in which they passed over, rumbling in thundering juggernauts. Now you stand, cracked and broken, dug out to the composite core, fissures filling with rainwater, and see no way out. There is no budget for repairs, no end to the emptiness, and you sink down and spread out in your misery, and even your edges are lost to you.

Road pock now avoided by all, leper of the lane, I pray might you now find a calm in the centre of the highway that you grace. Might you now relax into your frayed borders, new crow’s feet cracks forming as you take the time to laugh in the rain. Might you now, perhaps, sometimes sing of what lies beneath the smoothness and teach all of us how to make ponds and gardens out of the sinkholes in our lives.

 

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016