Thursday, June 5, 2008
Remembering Beauty is a Gift
Looks like summer is here. I've had my first mosquito bite, and so it begins.
Each season has it's own particular beauty to each individual. Some of my favorite things about the seasons are the memories they trigger. Yesterday my sister called me and said, "remember all the locust trees that bloomed around our house when we were kids and how we woke up to that smell each morning?"
Yes, I remember.
I remember how my mom smelled like roses after her evening bath and how we used to sit on the back porch and talk, her in her housecoat and slippers, me in cut off shorts and t-shirt.
I loved it when she was happy.
She worked hard to make things beautiful for us kids.
Now that I'm the age that she was at this memory, I understand things look really beautiful to children the most when their parents are happy and things are peaceful around the home. That's when the good comes to rest in a child's mind and sticks with them throughout their lives.
"The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. Whatever we believe is beautiful we will not wantonly destroy."
_Rev. Sean Dennison
Posted by Mercer's Daughter at Thursday, June 05, 2008