the most beautiful thing

 

 Jake being a banana tree

~

My boy, the most beautiful thing ever to come out of me, without a doubt, hands down, 

no contest.

I didn't really know what love meant, until I was given the privilege of being his Mummy. 

 ~

TheWeighing of the Heart

What does the heart weigh?

More than the pull of your small

hand on mine?  More than your head's

light heaviness on my shoulder?

Under the tender pressure of sleep

my old wool jacket becomes

your memory of consolation, comfort,

that ancient sweetness of love and tweed.

Remembering this, watching you,

I lose my place entirely, not knowing

whose the head, whose the sleeve,

whose the big hand and whose the small.

The Ancients measured a good heart

against the slightest puff of down,

in the gleam and glitter of delicate scales.

Like Thoth, we watch and wait.

What does the heart weigh?

Less than your head's tiny burden,

for lighter than a feather is love

and this the Egyptians knew.

- Maura Dooley

Want to read about other people's beautiful things?  Go here.

And to read Fiona Robyn's novel The Most Beautiful Thing, go here.  It's available for download for free for today and tomorrow only.  Enjoy!

Little feet, big feet

~ rolling up trouser legs and wading in a fountain in a park with your favourite person

On the gravel of the pavement...

a face in the skin of a crushed berry

The perfection that is Catness

Yoshi, who lives up to his name

Heart

~"There is a crack in everything, that is how the light gets in..." - Leonard Cohen

(The book is True Love, A Practice for Awakening the Heart by Thich Nhat Hanh)

this moment

~ wherever you are

a child's eye view

Walking to the playground, Jake stops to look at the sky.

"Oh look Mummy!  Those clouds are moving really fast!" and then, a moment later,

"Mummy, how does the sky float?"

Ermmm...good question.  Anybody know?  Apparently gravity (which was my answer) is not the correct one.

a blade of grass, a drop of rain (some beautiful things)

~ at the bottom of the stairs leading to the garden, a tuft of grass growing as if out of the concrete ~ on each blade, perfect orbs of light, translucent droplets of rain

the most beautiful thing

What's your most beautiful thing?

Next Tuesday 24th April, there's going to be a blog splash...a whole bunch of people will be blogging about their most beautiful thing, inspired by Fiona Robyn's novel of the same name.  I'll be taking part, and will be posting one beautiful thing each day until then.  How about you?

(Incidentally, I've read Fiona's novel and it's very good indeed.)