“Such is beauty ever—neither here nor there, now nor then—neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire. If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my search will prove a fruitless one.”–Henry David Thoreau
I’ve looked at this picture often since my husband took it. Each time I look I’m struck with a sense of awe and tenderness. Those feelings are amplified by what I know about the rope the frog is hiding under. In fact, it is not rope at all but the strings of a mop. That frog—tiny, perfect, self-sufficient—whispers to me about the preciousness of life, the endurance of beauty.
Thoreau’s thought above was inspired by an ice storm—everything encased in crystals made of frozen water.
The frog, the sun sparking diamonds from ice, these things are common. They are always there if we find the courage to look.
I spend most of my time in solitary work. What soul is there to admire? What beauty to appreciate? Perhaps the soul which most needs admiration is my own, and the beauty inherent in even the smallest displays of nature.
May you find the beauty of the souls before you and of the soul within you. May you find the precious right where you are.