Given the fog this morning, and this week's celebration of a rainbow of colors, these lines from John O'Donohue's poem Beannacht struck me as a fitting quote when I heard them this morning:
And when your eyes
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green,
And azure blue
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
You can hear him read the whole poem at the On Being website. Beannacht is the Gaelic word for blessing, and this is part of a poem he wrote for his mother after his father's death.
Look back over the past several days posts for the flock of colors. Today we're celebrating blue, both indigo and azure.
Alpine flowers, Switzerland, June 2009
Azure is the color of the sky, indigo a darker blue, the color just before the rainbow shades into violet. I discovered I don't have many photos of indigo.
But the quilt below is truly indigo -- one seen at the Tokyo Quilt Festival last January, made of old indigo-dyed fabrics, laborers' clothing. Light and dark in fabric -- indigo blue.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
Tesserae: small cube-shaped tiles of ceramic, glass or precious stone used to make a mosaic, or in this case, brief essays on some element of lectio divina with Luke 10:38-42.