Dear friend,
Today I have been organising a photography exhibition.
Gazing down at the photographs, I realised how many things I am missing in life. Yes, I may be looking at them, but I am not really seeing them. The simple things that are so under appreciated.
There is a book by Ernest Hemingway, Big Two Hearted River, that describes -to the minutest detail- everyday activities that, ordinarily, we see as “mundane”.
“He smoothed the uprooted earth. He did not want anything making lumps under the blankets. When he had the ground smooth, he spread his three blankets. One he folded double, next to the ground. The other two he spread on top.”
I want to appreciate life in this way. I want to see life methodically; appreciating every action that leads to that final outcome.
If you think about it, everything has beauty in it. When you put a tea bag into the mug and the bottom of the cup is lightly dusted with fine, brown specks. When you let the water flow from the nozzle, leaving a delicate rising path of steam. When the tea bag is engulfed, slowly transforming the water gradient by gradient from a weak yellow to a pronounced orangey-brown. When the swirls of milk create a series of minuscule bubbles that gather around the centre or line up like soldiers around the rim. I heard that that has something to do with the pressure in the air but I am not certain.
Life is a series of moments like these: simple, forgettable, and memorable.
But nothing is too insignificant to be missed.