Jep Gambardella says beauty is 'just a trick.' But what if every sunset is God's handwriting? What if the ache you feel watching the light die is not emptiness, but holy hunger? What if the 'blah, blah, blah' that buries beauty is the noise you create to avoid the silence where He whispers? Write about a God who paints the sky every evening - unrepeatable, extravagant, free - and then asks: 'Do you see Me yet?'
From the south of France, sitting in the train looking outside at the sunrise, listening to a very slow and long podcast talking about ancient cities(Fall of Civilizations), it resonated with all the recent effort I'm deploying to slow things, and take time.
Seems sometimes impossible in our frantic lives.
But framing it as a revolutionary act is just perfect, thank you.
Please do not feel obliged to keep it short and light next time. I love your photos, essays and thoughts. And not just because I entirely agree.
Brill article, as usual. I, too, have been beset by the same crop of crap ads -- glad I'm not the only one who finds them totally batshit!
Thanks for this. Made my day. Reading it slowly, in solitude, with a glass of water in hand was an island of luxurious stillness in a rushing day.
On the impossible off-chance that you haven't yet read it, I'm just going to mention Momo from Ende.
Jep Gambardella says beauty is 'just a trick.' But what if every sunset is God's handwriting? What if the ache you feel watching the light die is not emptiness, but holy hunger? What if the 'blah, blah, blah' that buries beauty is the noise you create to avoid the silence where He whispers? Write about a God who paints the sky every evening - unrepeatable, extravagant, free - and then asks: 'Do you see Me yet?'
Enjoyed this post particularly.
From the south of France, sitting in the train looking outside at the sunrise, listening to a very slow and long podcast talking about ancient cities(Fall of Civilizations), it resonated with all the recent effort I'm deploying to slow things, and take time.
Seems sometimes impossible in our frantic lives.
But framing it as a revolutionary act is just perfect, thank you.
Words to live(slowly) by. Such an inspiring post, thank you.
Enjoyed your post as usual. A week in Rome and you sound like you've joined the Red Brigade, hilarious and so true. Keep it slow.
Mrs Dalloway said she would get a computer to buy the flowers for her.
Hilarious.