Category Archives: Pretty Pictures

Bright wings



I saw this little terracotta dove and these beautiful words came to mind:

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

– From “God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Who says we don’t have fall in California?

Here are some photos from my wanderings in the past week.










The tree below is a liquidambar tree; I always remember it from my childhood, because the street where my piano teacher lived was lined with them.


When I was young, I loved to walk down her street in the fall.  The leaves were not only gloriously colorful, but they dried so nicely and made such a satisfying crunch when you waded through them.   I can still hear them, and feel them under my shoes.  Isn’t it amazing how those memories stay with you?


Even inside the house it looks like fall, thanks to this bouquet from my thoughtful guy.

I think my kids may be getting tired of me oohing and aahing over the beauty and color I see all around me.  On the other hand, isn’t that what moms are for — to help you develop an appreciation for the important things in life?

Happy fall!

Goal for the week: One beautiful thing each day, shared aloud


I have a goal for the week.  It’s one I think I might actually be able to pull off, even as busy as this week will be.

It’s to point out one beautiful thing to my boys each day.

What kind of beautiful thing?  The sunset.  The light shining through the leaves.  The fog over the hills.  A song on the radio.  Maybe even something like an elderly couple walking along holding hands; I’m open to whatever crosses my path.

I notice these sorts of things often, and sometimes I point them out to my kids.  But I don’t share them often enough, and I have a feeling that I’m missing a pretty great chance to slowly help build a sense of wonder in my kiddos.

So that’s my goal: One beautiful thing each day, shared with my boys.

Want to join me?  You don’t have to be a parent to do this; you could share your beautiful things with a spouse, friend, coworker, neighbor, or random person on the bus… however the Spirit moves you.

Happy noticing — and sharing!

I concur.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

–  Joyce Kilmer

Tulips = too beautiful

No time to blog at the moment — my next post will explain why — but I wanted to share this gorgeous ode to spring.