Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Luminous Numina of the Ordinary

We wonder, what to write about?

Whatever is at hand.

John Updike's story, "The Full Glass," in the current New Yorker is a meditation inspired by a full glass of water.

There is a luminousness to numinous reality.

They say, count the stars.

This evening, I couldn't even begin to count the countless dandelions, their white orbs of seeds bobbing like the poppies on World War I Flanders fields, their yellowness shriveled or sleeping.

Numina.

Ah.


1 comment:

Patti said...

Learned a new word here, Pawlie.
I recently posted a photo ofthe white orbs of our dandelions (getting possessive here!) in the bright morning sun.