if everyone looked every day
for something pretty - not extravagant, not elegant, just pretty -
would we become more able to find the simple beauty in things?
Would it become easier?
... the way a leaf trembles in a barely-felt breeze
... the sheen of sunlight on weathered wood
... a puff of cloud shifting across sky
... a plant struggling its way through a sidewalk
... the rough texture of bark
... the miniature crags and valleys in gravel
... light filtering through cobwebs
Or is it too hard to do? A waste of time? There's really nothing of significance in those things. Why bother?
Do we need the flash, the 'pow' of light to make us look, to demand our attention?
Are we missing the whispering lovely because the manufactured crass screams at us?
How are we training our senses?