Lately, I've sat in different chairs at my house and noticed things I can see from that perspective. Like this morning, a glorious one at that, I'm sitting at one end of my porch and see an indescribably rich and bright green in the fronds of a fern hanging at the other end of the porch between me and the now easterning sun. How can such color be? Why is it such a pleasure to the eye?
I am again grateful for the power and magnitude of beauty, what it does to my soul, what it arouses within me, what it frees me to imagine. What a blessing a different perspective can bring and what this morning's chair has brought.
