" To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks—all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere.”
~ Virginia Woolf
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~ Virginia Woolf
More at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf
Artwork by Marion Prentice http://artmatters9.wordpress.com/prints/
Indeed, to find beauty everywhere in ordinary things is the simple way to truth.
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