We all remember days when the world seemed perfect, the perfect man, the perfect cup of tea, the perfect temperature of the sea when you go swimming. The day started very cold. I was successful in getting out of bed that day. I had stopped the endless crying associated with the awful episode. I felt my spirits lifting. The weather was beautiful. As I still had no real depth perception I was still too scared to drive so we walked. That was the start of the road to recovery, one of many small steps. That day was the only time in my life I saw the kind of frost we all are programmed to envisage as the crisp frost of Christmas. The night before a rapid frost had coated all the trees. As the sun rose it started to glitter. Slivery specks of glitter started to fall from the sky. Oh dear I thought those damn hallucinations have finally moved out of the house. (As an aside, perhaps the language was a little more colourful and my vision was a bit shaky at the start of the episode. I would sometimes think I could see black dots moving on the floor, they were of course just the marks on the floor boards shaking because of my very very jittery nerves.) Anyway to make a short story long it really was glittering. As the air heated up the lumps of frost were falling from the trees. It looked like someone was shaking silver glitter from the trees like in a glitter globe. the angel of the sun was so low that it made each speck of frost shimmer all silvery and pink. I was not hallucinating I was seeing the beauty of the world. There are so many beautiful things to see. That day I took out my camera and walked to the beach and wondered at the beauty of the world. Had I been well and able to drive I would never have experienced the day it glittered. How many other things do we all miss.
Be still and notice the beauty of the world.
Happy Saturday.
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