Ese has started a beautiful new weekly challenge (to be posted on Sundays) at Esengasvoice.wordpress.com .
I’m excited about participating, since it combines the written thought with my amateur photography interest (mostly an interest used to visually document the lovely things I might otherwise miss or forget in my world).
Ese will provide a prompt each week and asks, in return, that we provide “a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image.” Seems fair enough! Won’t you come join in?!
For my BEGINNING entry in this challenge, let me begin here, with a thought on “Beginning AGAIN” (and again, if necessary):
Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
With that being said, I walked out early this morning, as Sun was trying to rise, but Fog was oppressing her from announcing the beginning of our new day. Fog had brought the magician, Dew, with him, who had sprinkled a magnificence of his own across the land. Sun, of course, wasn’t going to be shown up for too very long. She would burn with envy until, eventually, she prevailed. Until then, Dew offered glorious glimpses of hidden mysteries we all too often pass by – that begin anew each and every day or evening.
Amazing to me that, as lovely as they are, these little catch-all baskets won’t last through the day.
My hard-working guardians of the bush will begin working anew for their next evening meal. (Perhaps I can assist in some small measure – by leaving my porch lamp burning a few extra minutes).
To prove my point, let me demonstrate how the dew – which showcases the spiders’ works in such a dazzling fashion – will also eventually do a dastardly undoing…
Yet even in their unraveling, look what loveliness occurs in the process. I couldn’t help but envision my garden flowers enjoying their fleeting pearl necklace of morning glory!
As I’m sure is the case with many children, a cherished book of mine from childhood is E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Webb.
So I cannot help but end this post with a quote from the hardest working, best Web-spinning, quote-writing philanthropic spider of all – Charlotte:
“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”
Go spin yourself a beautiful beginning for your temporal day!