I pulled out this little vase to give to a friend a few days ago and kept looking at the size of the opening thinking, “It will only hold one flower.” I decided against getting a flower, and gave her another gift instead, but didn’t put the vase away. When we met on Sunday, she handed me a flower. One flower. I didn’t realize the serendipity of this until I got home and saw the vase on my kitchen counter.
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.” Lewis Mumford