A Feather on a Beach.
The above painting was one of my earlier watercolours. I often find myself captivated by little things in nature. Things that have been discarded and become a part of something else. In this case a feather from a seagull Lying beside at the shell of a dead mollusc. Withe pattern of wet sand nature has transformed this into a little scene of beauty.
In the most unexpected places and in the unexpected words of others lies beauty and joy.
I heard a story yesterday that started off as a sad tale but it too was so unexpected I am still smiling today. Partly because of the story but also because there was joy on the face of the person telling me the tale.
But before I share it let me share a little sadness with you first.
I was told of a mother superior who was dying. The nuns who lived under her guidance were distraught as they gathered round her death bed.