Thank you Fiona and Kaspa from Writing Our Way Home for another inspirational
online project: a blogsplash on my most
beautiful thing.
It is never constant. The day can reveal it, then retrieve
it. I might not own it: a sunset, words spoken by a child, a smile. Beauty can
fade, become functional, decay. Sometimes, it reminds me it is there. Or makes
me rethink what beauty really is.
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| a timeless teazle |
The common teazle: dipsacus
sylvestris. A thorny plant found on waste ground. Old English: tǣsel; related to Old High
German: zeisala, teasel, Norwegian: tīsl, undergrowth, tīsla, to tear to bits.
A piece of my hometown preserved in resin; all thorns and
raggedness capturing the light on a wooden windowsill. Today, it is my most beautiful thing.
