“Let’s go collect beautiful things”
I found myself running behind a 6 year old as she sprinted into the field and gathered numerous objects she came across.
“What kinds of beautiful things?” I asked.
A sparkly and jagged rock, one tall snowdrop, two daisies that were missing a couple of petals, a stick decorated by curved lines some mites had left behind.
So I set out to find and collect beautiful things too, but my search didn’t stop once break time was over.
Two gradient sunsets, one perfect daffodil, a moment of unexpected peace, hair blowing in the wind.
I became an avid collector of beauty. A disciple of what this small child professed and has likely forgotten. Unaware of it, this girl inspired in me a new practice.
Countless flowers pressed on pages (but their names I do not know), a steaming cup of tea that burnt my tongue a little, one night of restful sleep, the smile of a friend when I needed it most.
I have become a hoarder- myriad mental cupboards stuffed with casual beauty, motivated by the unsuspecting wisdom of a 6 year old.
A sprint through a flower field, a stolen kiss on a train platform, a bowl of strawberries in the sun, conversations shared in a tent.
All this time I had been trying to find a sudden revelation in books and in meditation, but all it took to cause this paradigm shift within me was one lunch time in the playground. Such a little event has caused me to think about my everyday life in a new way. I no longer consider beauty to be extraordinary, but something I can find if I just stop for a second to notice the things around me.
Wisdom isn’t reserved to those who are old and experienced.
Sometimes the purest and most impactful pieces of insight come from those who are looking at the world with fresh eyes.
So listen in to what they say, and let yourself be taught by them, or better yet, teach them to collect beauty too.