Everything here is ordinary.  No special housekeeping pains were taken- the sunlight entered as usual, finding clusters of flowers, and books skidding across the floor in normal distribution.  The floral department at Miller’s Market – a cooler and some buckets – is no special hub of blooming perfection, still it supplies sufficient pinkness for my home.  I am not feeling especially good, so as I observed the tray of flowers from behind my camera, I didn’t expect much creative transcendence.  And yet…

This picture is what I came for, what I intend to say each and every time, the only thing I feel completely certain of.  The beauty I need is in the life I have right now, and it is filling your life, too.  There isn’t anything you can do to stop it, and if you will glance toward that faintly pulsing beacon with patient eyes, and ask with a curious heart what it has show you, you will be amazed at what you find.