I had to attend a funeral today, held in a very old Orthodox church. As the mourners piled in, I found my grief numbed slightly by the beauty of the church. It made me more conscious of the beauty of life. All life. Especially mine. I wondered what I would hope for if I lived long enough to see death coming. Would I make it to old age, where the whisper of the wind becomes a faint calling from the other side; every passing Winter is a warning, every Summer a blessing, every Fall an omen and every Spring a re-birth of the will to live longer to see it all again.
The 94 year old great grandma being buried today was a lucky woman… She made it far longer than most and leaves behind a joyous legacy. Even in me for, as I sat there in the beauty of the church, grieving her passing, I found a will to live my life not for the better but for the moment – the here and now. My life, my present, my here and now, is blessed and beautiful. I just never saw it before. Thank you great Grandma and God bless you for eternity.
Here’s a little photo collection of sights I’ve spotted in London that made me feel something – ranging from happy and awestruck to thoughtful and inquisitive!
Sometimes, if we just stop and stare – literally just pausing long enough to fix our gaze on our surroundings rather than submerging our souls in the flood of our everyday thoughts – myriad sights unfold to give us joy. All we have to do is look around.
It’s a love affair that will never end. My relationship with London has, at times, been rocky and unforgiving yet there can be no denying the wonder and affection it still delivers, each and every day.
When I walk through the streets, often those which I’ve trekked through many times, I still find something new to marvel at. Whether it’s a pocket of awe-inspiring architecture, hidden away from the maddening crowd, or a tiny street sign with vintage charm, there is always something to make me smile, provoke thought or generate child-like awe.