I know there is no real connection between hanging out a load of wash to dry on the line and rain… but there is. Honestly. We have not had rain for, oh, weeks, and this morning dawned sunny, warm, humid, like every other morning this month. Great day to wash curtains! This is my having a temporary mental breakdown where I think I am actually interested in cleaning my home. It passes quickly. But not quickly enough today, alas.
So, in drought-stricken areas, I have some advice! Try this:
Find major items that need to be washed, the more the better
Be sure they have to be line-dried and cannot be put in a dryer (key point here)
check forecast and choose a day with no rain in the foreseeable future
Wash items; hang out to dry.
Presto: major rainstorm will ensue!
Now, I am sure rational readers (if there are any: readers or rational anything out there) will smirk and say, “Pathetic example of the post hoc propter quid fallacy!” (Go ahead, look it up. I am pretty sure Latin in not taught anywhere anymore… or logic… but I digress.) Ah, my friend, there you are wrong! There is CLEARLY a causal link between my putting out all those items and the ensuing rain storm. “What about all the times you hang out clothes and they dry in the sun?” you ask. My response: “I sneaked them out when the clouds were not paying attention! Ha!” “Why not just use the dryer, like everyone else?” Well, why waste power when you have the sun? Except when you don’t… I wonder how long I will have to leave all that stuff out there…?
This coming week I am fortunate to participate in a seminar sponsored by the FRN at NYU in New York City. The topic of my seminar is on beauty. We have yet to meet as I post this but the leader, David Konstan, asked that we right a page or two abut our own idea of beauty. I look forward to the other participants as their fields range from literature to design to fashion to accounting. The interest among so many diverse discipplines is the first clue that defining beauty will not be easy. What could we all possibly have in common? I worry that in the very act of defining beauty we will be pinning the butterfly to the board. While we have it there for us to inspect, have we loss the butterfly in the process? So I think I will simply point to examples and wait to see where our ‘team’ collectively goes this week.
I do not want to limit my thinking to the visual but I will start there. Here are a collection of images, each of which I would suggest is beautiful (which could be seen as shameless plug in some cases for my skills as a photographer–never mind) or depicts the beautiful. I have chosen images here to speak for me and you will find people, landscapes, art, architecture, and animals included.
my mother before we knew one another-she is in her element
My mother, the last picture before she died. Still beautiful and perhaps even more so…
a fairy caught off guard. OK, Hazel.
view from Delfi- one of the ‘thin places’ in the world
Apollo– no more need be said.
on the Acropolis: ruins and yet beautiful
sunset in Naplion
Stella- a Staffordshire Bull Terrier who loved the world, excepting other dogs
But what of the non-visual examples? Well, in music I cannot begin to choose. So many… But here is one:
And while again, literature abounds and I defer to the experts, my current poet choices would be Charles Wright and Mary Oliver.
By highlighting beauty as multifaceted I think we can allow for some “ugliness” to be included. the beautiful is not the pretty. But that should wait for further reflection. I suppose in the end I am in the Platonic camp: beauty is the longing for the eternal, the acknowledgement of the effervescence of life that is both tragic, beauty, and our destiny.