A Pretty Sunday Morning. What did You Do? : On Pause.
Delights of the Ordinary No. 64. Season 3.
This Sunday morning, I assembled some easy-peasy breakfast. Just before that, in my bed, I stretched myself long…, wiggled my feet and peeked out of the window.
My window sits right in front of my bed.
And you know, the most essential stuff that lights up our diminutive world is its huge, gigantic sun and the wide, sweeping heavens of the tiny, twinkling stars. And “People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”
Hence, I paused to catch the sun.
And when it came up, it felt like the world had uncomplicated itself, from the cluttering chaos of the previous day.
It is Easter Sunday too. And as I gazed out of the window towards the emerging brunette sun, along with a bunch of tiny green birds, mildly tweeting somewhere, I thought this -
He has inscribed a horizon on the face of the waters
at the boundary between light and darkness…
Then, on this ordinary Sunday morning, I looked for joy. Amidst the things of the usual. Amidst the people I love. Amidst the chores to be finished. Amidst our urban lives.
Michael Leunig understood joyful rest like no one else. In his classic cartoon, "Gee Dad, you're fantastic!" a father plays a melodious ukulele to his cute family, seated under a street light, with a picnic mat, surrounding them is a sad, grim reality of a devastated city choked under the industrial smog.
We all have this utter and urgent need to pause. In it exist pressing pangs of dissent against the world that rushes inconsolably.
If you seek this kind of joy. You will find it.
It is there.
And here, sharing with you, "Gee Dad, you're fantastic!" (via Pinterest)
To End:
From: Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
May the restful posture be yours this week and forever more.
- Anugrah
Pause is the necessary condition of the development of all those higher purposes which make up the rational being.
- Robert Ranulph Marett
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That's a beautiful Easter Sunday reflection. Thank you for sharing it with us. 🙏🏻