I always enjoyed a blog called Three Beautiful Things. It’s
closed now but I admired how the writer managed to find three beautiful things
in her life every day. It’s not easy, especially when beset by problems or
illness but when I read her daily blog I always managed to find three of my own
beautiful things.
I only have to look out of my kitchen window at the view of
the Severn Plain and the city of Worcester in the distance to know how beautiful
this area is. I love the misty mornings (heat haze) when the spires of churches
appear out of the mist.
The huge bunch of flowers a friend brought for me that was
separated into four different vases. Each vase looked beautiful but I took time
to really look at each flower. They are incredible works of art.
A cup of tea can be a beautiful thing, especially when it’s
made by the LSO and carried upstairs to my desk. I will often sit and drink it
mindfully. That means do nothing else but concentrate on drinking the tea, the
taste of it, the warmth of the mug, the steam on my face.
I think you need to be mindful – the new buzzword – to appreciate
anything. What’s the use of being in front of an amazing view if you’re texting
at the same time? What’s the point of being with friends if you’re messing
about on some bit of technology?
I throw out a challenge for anyone reading this. How about,
once in a while, you post three beautiful things on your blog, or leave them in
the comments here now.