At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough

hydrangea

The world will always be there - while you sleep it will be there

At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don’t need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens – that letting go – you let go because you can. The world will always be there – while you sleep it will be there – when you wake it will be there as well. So you can sleep and there is reason to wake. A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that. So the windows of the greenhouse can be opened and the weather let in. The latch on the door can be left unhooked, the muslin removed, for the soldier ants are beautiful too and whatever they do will be part of it.

by Toni Morrison (born February 18, 1931)
from Tar Baby (1981)
image – .faramarz

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2 Responses to “At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough”

  1. Jennifer Says:

    How perfectly true and inspiring on a Monday morning that is cold yet refreshing with a positive attitude. Thank you for sharing.

  2. E. A. Able Says:

    I’m glad you like it.

    I’d originally thought to write something to go with this excerpt. I drafted some ideas about wordcraft, pointed out the way Toni Morrison lines up rhythmic “s” sounds after the clicks of “the bleak sky.” I wasn’t very far along when I re-read the passage and decided to let it stand on its own.

    The message is so very beautiful. I needed it to be there as-is. I thought that maybe you who visit here would need it that way, too.

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