My walk in the park this morning and the gift it held.
-In this muddy water is exquisite perfection...
A grand masterpiece - first seen simply as a sun-dappled puddle the size of an enormous picture window, with muddy browns and patches of white light - then, all of a sudden, I saw the masterpiece that lay below that first glimpse.
A woodland scene, worthy of a John Constable. An exquisite view into the trees above and blue sky beyond. Crystal clear in the perfectly still water. A gift, just for me, as I was passing by.
I thought how ironic it was. This big, muddy puddle that I was trying to avoid, held such beauty and peace within it. As I stood there, admiring the "painting", I thought how it would have been hundreds or even thousands of years ago, when someone would have come upon a vision like this - in an age of no mirrors or cameras - how extraordinary it would have seemed - how exciting to see the world and themselves reflected in this way. It felt like a connection to another time. A portal. In fact, the giant puddle with its ragged edges, looked like an entrance to another world. If I just stepped into it, perhaps I would be in Constable's time, or amongst Native Americans, or even Neanderthals.
Just as I had this thought, a gentle breeze blew over my secret passage way, my ideal world, and rippled the surface - distorting this beautiful painting that could have hung in the Louvre.
