Simple Pleasures by Jason Theaker. See Jason's photos here
A poem by William Stafford ...
You, Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
Sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
Than the breathing respect that you carry
Wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
For time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
New glimpse that you found; carry into evening
All that you want from this day. This interval you spent
Reading or hearing this, keep it for life --
What can anyone give you greater than now,
Starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
Having discovered Jason Theaker's beautiful photography here, I found his list of Simple Pleasures here which got me thinking about a few simple pleasures in my own life....
Early morning mist in the forest
The slate blue of stormy skies
The smell of wood smoke on an icy breeze
The contented chirp of guinea fowl scratching for food
Walking for miles along an empty beach
Following the cows home at dusk after a day's fishing
A cache of Wild Coast pebbles
A sun beam shining across my desk
Book browsing and coffee
Soft piles of wood shavings....
Forgetting everything but the totem I'm carving
All photos are mine except for the first photo by Jason Theaker