Butter-gold light and an invitation to wonder
Have you engaged with the magic lately?
When you saw the sunlight pouring onto your bed, painting shadow-touched valleys in folds of sheets, did you peel off your thick sweater and let it touch your skin? Did you feel the butter-gold melt across you, hear the whispered invitation to soften yourself in its glow?
Did you follow it down the hallway to discover all the objects of its affection, let it introduce you to the textures and tones within the fleeting decoration?
When the sun dipped below the horizon, did you let the wonder fall out of you? Or did you revel in the shift from loud colour to hushed hues, and wait for the reveal of shy night treasures?
These are the moments that will heal our hustled hearts.
As Mary Oliver writes in her poem Mindful:
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Find the time for wonder, friends. We think we don’t have it, but we do.
When you shower in the morning, wash the sleep from your eyes and see how the droplet-softened glass blurs the morning light: playful, scattering.
And that precious first tea you brew — savour the ritual. Feel the steam curl against your waiting mouth.
My latest favourite? Swap your evening habit of screen-based multitasking for teeth-brushing and star-gazing. You may be laughed at, but the cool night air is a much better prelude to sleep than the unforgiving bathroom mirror. So why not stand in the garden, dressing-gowned and shivering, and admire the stars? An extra two minutes spent in awe of all that shimmers above and within your ordinary life is not nothing.
