I don't want you to think that I am cheerful or anything. Perish the thought. But today I did feel some sense of something that was not entirely bleak and miserable.
As I returned from the pastures through Kingsthorpe village, I saw a group of trees diamonded with dew. The drops had run to the ends of twigs or the points of leaf buds and hung there, sparkling in the sunlight. It looked as though the tree were decorated with fairy lights.
I was on a narrow path between two walls and as I came to the end, a couple with a dog and a woman on her own were waiting for me to pass. I told them about the lights and they smiled with kindness.
A little further on, after I had photographed the croci coming out in the churchyard, another woman passed me. 'What a beautiful day!' she exclaimed. We shared a few words and I was struck by her beauty - she was probably older than me, but wore make up... it wasn't that she was conventionally beautiful, though she probably was stunning as a younger woman, but it was the brilliance of her smile and her energy.
I thought, I wished I had told her that she was shining with beauty. That she walked in beauty. I wished I had told the other people that they shone with kindness and generosity, with thoughtfulness and compassion. I wished I had told the little terrier, who couldn't walk easily, but who wagged his stumpy tail on seeing my dog and then carried on following his aged owner across the grass with awkward movements, that he shone with the light of loyalty, with love and with endurance.
I wished that I had let the world know and the people know and the animals know how much their goodness lights up existence.
All life is sacred. All life deserves to be blessed.
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