There is ugliness in our country and world today. And there is ugliness in my garden as well. Japanese beetles are flourishing and they are devouring the late bloom on my rose bushes. This is a small ugly compared to nuclear war, or racism, or health issues, or untimely deaths, or other ugly realities. ... I long for the day when all is made right and beauty flourishes.
The importance was in the act of stopping and looking, of pausing, of seeing. Of putting aside the list and the tasks for long enough to observe and breathe. Of entering into the cold stillness.