Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Beautiful day

It's my day off. No one's up in the US, or they may just be rising about now. So no news yet.

It's such a glorious day outside. The sky is so blue. The sun has that fragile golden quality of April in England. The sun and a blue sky are precious commodities here. You want to rush joyously out into it, with your arms flailing about over your head. You feel like you need to get out there in it and soak it up because it will be gone all too soon.

Everything's like that. And I don't mean that in a fatalistic or downbeat way. What I mean to say is, everything is fleeting and fragile. Everything should be cherished.

I'm reminded of a scene in 'The Last Samurai', where Ken Watanabe's character is dying on the battlefield. He had spent so many hours of his life in meditation, staring at cherry blossoms, searching for the perfect blossom. The last sight he sees from the battlefield is a cherry tree in bloom and his last words are, 'Perfect--they are all perfect.' Click here--that bit starts at 3.54.

We only get the moments of our lives, that's all there is. May we not overlook them, ignore them, or waste our time searching out the perfect one.

They are all treasures.

1 comment:

Tara said...

This is a beautiful post, like your last several have been. I am so sorry about your father, but I find your strength and compassion inspiring.