Today’s update is simply a small, beautiful young child at a wintry wild wedding some years ago.
I’ve been to multitudinous weddings around Orlando and Jacksonville within the past few months (mostly playing some cocktail lounge piano music for’em), and I’m consistently struck by the beauty held in each one. Let’s take this back to some musings.
Insurance, by nature, is an attempt to mediate our lives by making permanent that which is, by necessity, transient. Our cars will perish, yet we garner auto insurance to compensate. Our homes will crumble, yet we purchase homeowners and flood insurance to ease our worry.
And most troubling, family members pass. All life is transient…the poet Samuel Johnson wrote:
Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life’s a short summer, man a flower;
He dies — alas! how soon he dies!
And so we scrabble desperately to perpetuate the life and environment around us as the leaves of grass fade and whisk away.
Take time then, today, to ponder the wonders around you, and take delight in the little, the seemingly menial. A child in intense concentration over a light snack and a glass of water at a wedding? What imagery, what delightful scripting for so lovely and scriptless a tender moment! What better a vessel for the notion of blameless purity at a marriage ceremony than a dainty child in a spotless white dress, contemplating an equally flawless glass of untouched water?
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things;
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell;
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And, for the Spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.
- Sara Teasdale
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