I read the few words [below] by poet Yrsa Daley-Ward a week ago, and they have been an answer to the chaos and noise of the world, noise I do not want to be a part of.
Life is beautiful. Live it. Bump up the colour of the moment. Bright things can be found everywhere – in the undergrowth, in the unexpected, in the calm following something significant, in the pure thought inside a meditation.
There are things that I will hold forever. I have to turn over the soil each day. There is beauty everywhere. Often, I miss it. –Yrsa Daley-Ward, the utter
I’m convinced it was her words that led me to all the purple this weekend.