Apple
Picked up some fruit and veggies at the market yesterday. Soup’s brewin on the stove again, filling up the house with nice aroma.
I got some apples. They were a little bruised and pocked, and as I was about to put some back, I remembered the tenets of wabi sabi.*
I placed three in the basket to cleanse my mind of being overly picky.
Later that evening, after a brief visit to the bar, I nursed a Budweiser and the notion that said Japanese aesthetic should be more apparent in social situations.
* Wabi Sabi is a way of life that appreciates natural beauty, values simplicity, and nurtures an authentic self. It acknowledges that nothing lasts, nothing’s finished, nothing’s perfect, including you, but affirms that contentment is possible when you accept genuine unvarnished existence, with clarity and grace.
Oh yeah, and tonight I felt artistic again and drew one of them apples.