Look what I found. This is such a fabulous video posted by B* and make sure you read her musing. Enjoy.
Originally posted on Little Moments of Beauty in the Everyday:
‘Finding Welkin’ by Jay Salbert
* welkin or ‘wel|kin, n. the sky or heaven[s],
fr. OE wolcen ‘cloud, sky’, of West Germanic origin; related to Dutch wolk and German Wolke *
Hi dear all, I hope this post finds all friends well.
Coming up for a quick breath of fresh air to be amongst kindred minds and friends here.
I am thankful for David Kanigan’s lovely post (amongst many at Live and Learn) of Jay Salbert’s gorgeous, short film on the beauty of “finding the things that connect us,“
created out of a modest budget and inspired by George Orwell’s dystopic classic, 1984.
The following humble musing then is inspired by Salbert’s gem of a film (Thank you, Jay Salbert).
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in all the spinning rush of life and work that leaves us gasping
for moments of peace and quietude
It helps to remember
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Give them a packet of seeds to plant and nurture.
New growth means never too late to start living.
Encourage those around who simply exist.
Show them the endless possibility of life.
Every moment is a new beginning.
You can do it.
Step by step.
Adjust along the way.
Look into people’s faces and eyes.
Simple pleasures and beauty abounds.
Hold, hug, touch, smile, visit, call… Do it NOW.
You are given this life with no plot.
Like in the movies, it has a script.
Your life has no preview.
Be active in writing your life story.
Use your imagination.
Write or rewrite.
Be surprised with unexpected scenarios.
Not knowing the exact ending.
Make it exciting.
Let it unfold.
Death is just around the corner.
You realized you have never actually lived.
Squeeze every ounce of living while you can.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.
We only have one life.
Moments don’t last forever.
Disappearing too quickly.
Never to return. “He is not here, for he has risen.”
How many people did you send rainbow colours and refracted your own light back to you?
The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors:
deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze,
in countless variations and combinations.
Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty,
they fall to the ground and die.
The barren trees remind us that winter is near.
Likewise, the autumn of life has potential to be very colourful:
wisdom, humor, care, patience, and joy
may bloom splendidly just before we fall to the ground and die.
As we look at the barren trees and remember our dead,
let us be grateful for the beauty we saw them
and wait hopefully for a new spring.
~ Henry Nouwen
Off line for now.
I could be flying a kite, riding the wind.
Maybe in the garden, winterizing the plants.
Or cleaning the mess my cats did, blame it on them.
Or just playing turkey.
Leave your footprints of words of wisdom in the comment section.
Take care, y’all.