What I Like With My Morning Coffee..
In between sips today, I saw this:
“We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.” – C.S. Lewis
That’s exactly it.
Because I, maybe like you, feel a constant longing. A homesickness. A homesickness for a moment that is, well, more real than this current one. A moment that I don’t feel like I’m waiting for something better to come along. And when I turn away from social media and submerge myself in beauty, either as the fully abiding witness or the creator through the means of what seems like divine design, it feels, well, more real.
Like it’s Thanksgiving. And I’m walking into the house I grew up in for the first time in a long time and everyone’s home and happy to see me.
P.S. I am actually drinking coffee in this photo because I hate it in movies or on TV shows when the cups are so obviously empty.
OMGabe 
This so perfectly describes that feeling, the moments we all live for. You’re such a very talented talented writer/ artist 🙂I don’t like those pretend cups of coffee either!!
Thank you so so so much.
Peace , beauty and reunion . Love and friendship . Kindness .
This. Every bit of this resonates. I think it’s the human condition, but it sure feels lonely so much of the time, even when we are surrounded by others. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
So well said. Thank you. And you’re welcome.
Thank you for sharing this with me, Gabe. It’s beautiful. Everything you do that I and your and many others view as art is imbued with love and it holds its truth and beauty. I am starting to understand what it is you wrote about in this short blog. Short, but so poignant. I’m constantly searching and longing for this ephemeral moment or state and I (or am beginning to believe) that we can only find them inside ourselves and in nature. Creating while surrounded by nature or just life as it unfold before our eyes, untouched by our judgements or expectations is as close as we can get to experiencing that something we call real because free to be or to become.
P.S. It bothers me to no end knowing that they’re drinking out of empty cups 😂😂.
Thank you, so much, for this lovely comment.