of beauty and hydrangeas

26Jul10

everytime i see hydrangeas, i remember this passage from tar baby;

“at some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. you don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. it is enough. no record of it needs to be kept and you don’t need someone to share it with or tell it to. when that happens – that letting go – you let go because you can. the world will always be there – while you sleep it will be there – when you wake it will be there. a dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that. so the windows of the greenhouse can be opened and the weather let in. the latch on the door can be left unhooked, the muslin removed, for the soldier ants are beautiful too and whatever they do will be part of it.”

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