Just This

It's so odd. The blog world seems to be so sad today. For many, at least.
And yet, I've had a most beautiful day. One of those days where moments of perfect contentment have been visited upon me as if I had been standing in a cleared field, ringed by trees and was looking up to receive the softest, warmest rain which could ever fall.
Simple, nothing-to-hardly-even-mention moments but which, in and of themselves, brought me more joy and a sense of rightness than I can explain.

Listen- The world is full of unbearable sorrow. Unbearable, and yet people do. Bear it. They wake up every morning and they harness themselves to the weight of the sorrow and the pain they have been given and they rise up and they do what must be done.
And they do it every day of their lives.

I would hope for them, for those who suffer, for all of us, really, that there are days where the moments of something so sweet can pierce their hearts so strongly that for a moment, that moment, at least, the burdens are lifted and they can experience that peace with something like happiness.
I would wish that.

Here. One more picture of wisteria. Maybe the last. But it's a picture I took of wisteria growing so far up into a tree that it's as if the tree itself were blooming purple.
Purple.
Whenever I see something growing which is purple, I think of a quote from The Color Purple by Alice Walker. She gives the words to Shug to say and they go like this:

I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.

Well. I don't know how I feel about God but I sure do know how I feel about growing things.
And here is a picture of purple and let's not piss off God.
No. Let's look at it and think of Madeline Spohr and her parents. Let's think about people we know, both in real life and through this community, whose burdens and pains are great. Let's think about the color purple and moments of perfect contentment with this moment, this world, this life, this place.

There. That's all I have to say.