Five Minute Friday: Beauty

I’m linking up once again to The Gypsy Mama’s 5 minute Friday because to be honest, five minutes is all I can manage on summer break. It may have taken a little longer than five due to a few interruptions involving a six year old and some chocolate chip muffins.  
Here are the rules:
    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.

Prompt: Beauty (or How to Love the Unlovely)

I can talk about beauty. I wake up to it every day, to emerald waters against snow capped mountain, to rolling green hills and alpine forest. I live in a place that can only be described as God breathed. No man could create such a thing.

But, as life is temporary, so is my situation. It’s likely that we’ll be leaving Switzerland to move back to our adopted home state of NJ next year. Cue the weeping and gnashing of teeth. I don’t find much beauty in a place populated by strip malls and highways. My husband says we need to bloom where we are planted, and after I resist the urge to poke him in the eyeball with a fork, because obviously he is blind anyway, I try to see what beauty can be found there.

I try to look past the never ending skyline of suburbia and see to the heart of my home. I see beauty in the well worn path to the home of a dear friend, beauty in my place of worship and in freedom, and beauty in knowing that familiarity does not actually breed contempt, it breeds a sense of belonging.

STOP.

Head on over to Lisa-Jo’s and read more about beauty. The real kind.

Kimberly

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  • http://www.saltandsparkle.com Nics Cahill

    I adore these lines.

    I see beauty in the well worn path to the home of a dear friend, beauty in my place of worship and in freedom, and beauty in knowing that familiarity does not actually breed contempt, it breeds a sense of belonging.

    We have to chose to see the beauty and it’s hard. Thinking of you as you prepare to move. May God open your eyes to the new beauty that you will see.

    Happy weekend.

    Lovely photos. I adore the alps.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09770446586955015379 Danielle

    Love this! How funny, and love that you described your setting as God breathed!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413522311246021676 Michelle

    When the time comes, I hope this helps: http://njaes.rutgers.edu/deerresistance/

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15107944804971739238 Kimberly

    Michelle,
    Sadly, I find this information extremely useful;) In the past, M and I have spent a small fortune on some rather unfortunate plant choices. The sight of my hostas chewed to within an inch of their life (literally) was definitely a low point!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301103686384902486 Alexandra

    Ouch. I can soooo hear you. We just left the lush Andes mountains to come back to the strip malls (which I do believe are one of humanity’s ugliest inventions). I can hear the wisdom in what your husband says, but… it is just so much easier to bloom in a bloom-y sort of place. I don’t see many things blooming in the strip malls. Sigh.

  • http://bahava.wordpress.com/ bahava

    oh what a beautiful post and i totally felt the same way and still feel that way about not being in south africa and being stateside instead. and the pictures…they are beautiful…just sayin’

  • http://annkroeker.com Ann Kroeker

    Just this morning I was thinking about my strip-mall setting (though I didn’t think to put it in those words), and regretting that we didn’t move to Belgium 11 years ago when we had the chance. I’ve tried to bloom here, in the breadbasket of American Midwest, surrounded by suburbia. Fortunately, as soon as I drive out of my subdivision, if I drive north or west instead of east or south, I am surrounded by corn and soybean fields. No mountains, no beach, no exotic trees or landscape of any kind, but at least a little bit of nature stretches out to soothe the soul and offer a kind of simple beauty.

    I’m sorry you must leave. May you find pockets of beauty in the Garden State.

    Maybe the beauty will shift from vistas and landscapes to small things: a basket of flowers; the funky bend of a tree branch in your back yard; a wooded park path that curves slightly beside a bench lit by dappled morning light.

    Love this post. You do amazing work in five minutes.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359712465784943599 Michelle DeRusha@Graceful

    Agree with Ann: amazing work, especially in five minutes! And yes, you will find beauty — you will bloom where you are planted. When I first moved to the Midwest I thought I’d moved to Hell itself…but now (10 years later…although it didn’t take that long!), I find beauty everywhere!