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Beauty of the Mundane
Lionduck
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I am looking out my window and am struck by the beauty of the mundane.
I see the blue sky and the green tree with those yellow grapefruit.
The everyday plain richness of the moment.
The sheer beauty of it is wondrous.
What mundane sight or action has struck you with it's simple beauty?
Peace to all
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Bouncing up and down on the trampoline holding the hands of my three year old son.
To me its mundane but it brings him great joy.
It is a little ritual we have most nights after dinner.
We are having a snow storm coming in tonight. First big snow of the year. Was in the 50s degree F this weekend.
Absolute, total, unremitting Silence, broken by the shrill squeak of a weasel telling you to snap out of it and watch where you're walking.
The song of the Void, the voice of the temple bell.
The past few nights, it's been watching the moon as it rises and is getting fuller and spreading its sheen over the dark night. Today at the doctor's office, I was talking with a couple (I think she's pregnant) and I noticed how she seemed to brighten up as we talked, laughed and smiled at each other.
Waking up each morning to a new experience.... it never gets old....
I luvs my cushion!
Walking to the Buddha Hall guided by the moon. The call of the drum hanging from the ceiling within. The hollow chant of the bell. The whole world becoming a way place.
Yes, I can moon-equate... walking to the bus-stop yesterday morning at 6.40am...the moon hung in the early-morning sky, tinged with pink, as the sun also rose... there was a star just at top left of her... It always brings to mind Brother Sun, Sister Moon.... in the sky, together...
The extraordinary is really in the ordinary
Realizing nothing is super special is to realize that everything is. This morning I was marveling at our salt water aquarium. We really take for granted how very fragile the ecosystems are on our planet. Even the tiniest change in one thing can kill everything, from algae and necessary bacteria to the largest predator. I've know this to be true, but see it in action with our sea friends all day. It's quite amazing, life. And what it takes to keep each and every being alive. It's such an intricate balance and web.
-That was the planet Jupiter to the top left of the moon. Yup, it's way cool...
It can't have been jupiter, it was only the size of a pinprick. Jupiters well massive....! D'uh...!!
(I'm kidding......)
Thanks for the info!
I have a long walk by the sea every day and it's wonderful, always changing, the sea and sky have different moods and colours. I haven't seen a porpoise for several years though, I think they are avoiding me.
Like this
I remember one time the sea was a deep green colour, very strange.
The sea is very restful, usually - Always changing and always the same in constant motion. Nice pictures.
The moon as it waxes and wanes and the clouds slipping through the sky - strange and beautiful and serene...
The Cicada song ( & my phone letting me know there's wifi close by
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I think this is why words like mundane, divine, supernatural and magic have little to no meaning for me.
The way of things is just the way things go.
It's all so wondrous.
Nothing special and so amazing.
Standing upright,arms by my side under a warm shower every morning and eve. Not moving, while just noticing the feel of the warm water hitting the top of my head, flowing down over the top of my face while hitting my shoulders and steaming down the side of my arms. Recently I have been late for work cuz I am spending too long in the shower!
If you lived in England you could have this experience more often, it rains all the time here.
Indeed.
I think so.
The very mind that says, 'Boring! Ordinary! Mundane!' is plastic (fluid). Most incredibly of all there is an Emptiness that is form and Form that is emptiness. Awesomely great, perhaps even insanely ...
Nirvana is Samsara as the buddha said to the bishop ...
Attention, attention, attention.
A moment of absolute silence, yesterday afternoon, it struck me how rare this is and how beautiful
That's one thing I like about really remote places, the quietness, particularly the absence of man-made noise.
Yep, English summer.
@SpinyNorman I stay in Scotland so plenty of cold showers up here! I am moving to Surrey in the summer and I am lead to believe the rain will be slightly warmer there!
-Agreed...
They have very posh rain in Surrey.
The beauty of the mundane is always there, when one take time out to
look
Hibiscus.... I used to grow them..... But stopped.....
They are beautiful flowers ...The island is full of them....
I sit gazing across the water. The dragonfly, bearing an angry wasp in its jaws, alights upon my shirt. Wake up, wake up!
I bet you woke up quicksmart @Fosdick
Not fast enough - stung me right in the belly it did.
Well hope you're not allergic to hymenopteran bites and stings...
On my walk today I stopped to listen to the subtle sounds of impermanence at work, the ocean waves slowly, diligently, gently stroking away at the rock surface, it's in no hurry, it's got all the time in the world...
Simple beauty or the beauty of the simplified awareness and attention.
Just tapping keys. Just readin' words. Just bare attention. A radiator clicks. Meditation. Contemplation. Still distilling ...
Somebody had dropped their coffee and it had dried to perfection in the morning sun ... when had it ever been otherwise ...
I love the sound of waves breaking on the shore, and the sounds of wind in the trees.
Even seagulls arguing is nice.
I like ducks
Well, at least now I know that they DO bite (sting)! I was stalked by one when I was swimming years ago and I hurt my finger trying to discourage it from landing on my head by waving my boogie board at it. That little bugger was persistent! Argh!
@silver said:
Dragonflies do bite, but rarely - usually only when provoked in some way. Wasps, on the other hand, seem to be obsessed with stinging and appear sometimes to be doing it solely for the pleasure it gives them.
A performance I saw once, involving a dragonfly and a moth:
I was walking on the mud flats - what passes for a beach in this area - when a small brown moth fluttered into view. A dragonfly appeared, swooping in to grab the moth, and the moth just disappeared, vanished. What the heck happened to it? I looked down at my feet, and there was the moth, flat on the ground, barely visible against the mud, where it remained motionless even when tickled with a finger. The dragonfly could not see it at all, hovered about for a short while, and then flew off to continue its hunting elsewhere. The moth waited for a minute or so, then rose from the ground and fluttered off.
How beautiful is that? It's like a dance, a ballet, and the tickets are free!
I have started going to group meditation classes again after a few years away.
I love how twenty people can sit in a room together in complete.silence!
Complete external silence, but internally ....Well that's another story
good gosh, this bad hair day thing is making the rounds this week
Don't you know, it's the latest rage.