On the end of the bed, on top of a carefully folded towel, was a cake of soap that had my name all over it … the fragrance; fragrance is one of my favourite things. The wrapping; beautiful botanical artwork; I love all things botanical, and in my favourite colours … a small thing, with so much meaning.
The soap was luxurious and beautiful to use but it was the wrapping that fascinated me. I brought it home as a keepsake and eventually framed it. Now it has pride of place on my coffee table and brings me joy every day.
Who would have thought that a soap wrapper could become a framed work of art? But how often do we do that, fail to see the beauty in the small things that make up the everydayness of life? It made me wonder how much beauty I discard without a second thought.
I can’t frame the hug but I will forever remember his words and try and emulate his zest for living in the moment.
Recently I read about a small team of people doing just that. Near Fremantle Harbour there’s a lot that had become an unsightly dumping ground. Three brave souls had the vision to turn it into an English style garden known as Field of the Unwanted. The beds were carefully laid out with pathways meandering throughout and the plants were carefully selected and nurtured. The thing that set this garden apart was that all the plants were weeds.
It was a garden with a message. Life is about our perceptions; we decide what is beautiful and what is not. Sometimes what we consider ugly or only worth discarding may be beauty in disguise.
Next door to the garden is a drop-in centre providing for the homeless. One of those homeless men, walking through the garden, remarked, “You should get us all in and take a photo of the unwanted people in the unwanted field”. How easily people can feel unwanted, worthless or even invisible when in reality they are beautiful souls with a good heart and endless potential, but just in a difficult time and place in their lives.
I'd love to go for a walk through that garden and be inspired. But whether I get that chance or not, I don’t think I will ever look at the weeds in my garden in quite the same way again. I think now they will always be a reminder that beauty is in the eye of the beholder not in the innate nature of the plant or the person.
I hold the power to see beauty in every aspect of my life and in everyone I meet.
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