On Thursdays, I give an art appreciation class to children between the age of 8 and 12. Today, we spoke about Japanese esthetics and they experienced the “way of flowers,” known as Kadō (華道) in Japanese.
It was one of the loveliest classes I have ever given, filled with beauty and simplicity. So I came here to share some of it.
Inspiration: children inspired by simplicity and the beauty of nature.
This morning, as I was making the bed and as my head remained filled with queries —those very queries I had promised myself to leave aside— a bird chirped on the high branch of the tree outside the window.
He seems to be telling me:
”Stop thinking. Come back to earth. Life is here. Beauty is here. They are in the quotidian, in the joy of this Spring morning and of my song, in the gestures you make as you flatten the sheets. So come back to earth and you shall find tranquility.”
Inspiration: just as I heard the bird, and a beautiful Spring morning here in Mexico.
Sobriety of the heart —
seeing the late afternoon light as for the first time
not comparing, not recalling.
Just taking in the beauty
Inspiration: the light this late afternoon.
A small child
plays amidst light and shadows
— all is well.
Ayurveda inspired camomile infusion, wonderful for cleaning the body and clearing the mind.
I prepare it regularly, especially when there is a change in season as is the case now with Spring arriving in Mexico.
For four cups: fresh organic camomille (manzanilla), one teaspoon of cumin, one teaspoon of coriander seeds, a small piece of fresh ginger root and the juice of one lime (or lemon). Let it release its flavors and colors in hot water (boiled then cooled slightly, boiling water would burn the camomille flowers), then drink throughout the day.
Note: if you cannot find fresh organic camomile, use the dry variety just make sure it is of high quality.
Falling asleep, I close my eyes tightly wishing to wake up as a white cosmos flower.
Like the one I saw today, I will be most delicate and sway with laughter in a field of white and pink. I will turn towards the deep blue sky of autumn, and laugh some more as the sun warms me.
The cold wind will blow and I will flutter while it scatters my petals. I will then die knowing that after the winter months, I will come back as a delicate white cosmos flower swaying and laughing in the wind in an immense field under the deep blue sky.
Inspired by the change of season and simple natural beauty.
On this moon filled night,
I just long to stay awake
in complete silence
until the sun dims the stars.