One Tiny Beautiful Thing

~ Live & Learn

Paying attention to what is happening in Washington is a form of self-torment so reality altering that it should be regulated as a Schedule IV drug. I pay attention because that’s what responsible people do, but I sometimes wonder how much longer I can continue to follow the national news and not descend into a kind of despair that might as well be called madness. Already there are days when I’m one click away from becoming Lear on the heath, raging into the storm. There are days when it feels like the apocalypse is already here.

Except it isn’t, not really. Not yet. One day when the relentless rains let up for a bit, I went to the park an hour before sunset to walk on the muddy trails and take a break from the bad news. The woods were as lovely as they ever are after a rain: the creeks full of rushing water, the gray bark of the fallen trees slick with moss. Above the trail, the limbs of the living trees creaked in the rising wind, the kind of sound that makes your heart ache for reasons too far beyond words to explain. Though the forest understory is already beginning to green up, weeks too soon, the towhees scratching for insects stirring in what’s left of last fall’s leaves were not in any way sorry about the early arrival of spring.

A few hundred yards on, my eyes caught on a tree I hadn’t noticed when I was walking in the other direction. About seven feet up the trunk was a knothole, a place where a limb had long ago broken off and let water in to rot the wood. Perhaps a woodpecker had helped to deepen it, too, and given the water more purchase over time. The hole was small, a dark grotto in the thickly grooved bark of the stalwart oak, a hiding place that reached far into the mass of that old tree, and the failing light deepened its darkness. Who knows how many miniature woodland creatures have crept into its crevice over the years to nest, to shelter from the wind and rain, to hide from predators — or to wait for prey.

But a creature lurking inside it is not what singled this knothole out among the hundreds, even thousands, I had passed on the path as night came on. What caught my eye was a cluster of tiny seedlings colored the bright new green of springtime, so bright it seemed to glow in the gloaming. The tender plants were growing in the loam inside the knothole. Far above the ground, a hole made by decay in a living tree had become a cold frame, a natural greenhouse that lets in light and keeps out frost. Life in death in life…

Instead of giving up something for Lent, I’m planning to make a heartfelt offering. In times like these, it makes more sense to seek out daily causes for praise than daily reminders of lack. So here is my resolution: to find as many ordinary miracles as a waterlogged winter can put forth, as many resurrections as an eerily early springtime will allow. Tiny beautiful things are bursting forth in the darkest places, in the smallest nooks and deepest cracks of the hidden world, and I am going to keep looking every single day until I find one.

~ Margaret Renkl, from “One Tiny Beautiful Thing” (NY Times, Feb 23, 2020)

Photo: Mohan Bhat

36 thoughts on “One Tiny Beautiful Thing”

  1. My heart totally agrees with Renkl’s words; long ago I realised that looking out actively for (and if only a single) beautiful, joyful, positive thing, my days are far better than I could have hoped for when I got up.
    Thanks for sharing this beauty! And the pic is just so beautifully underlining Renkl’s words.

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    M’gosh …. how I understand!! … ‘Paying attention to what is happening in Washington is a form of self-torment so reality altering that it should be regulated as a Schedule IV drug.’ Answer: ‘ find as many ordinary miracles as a waterlogged winter can put forth, as many resurrections as an eerily early springtime will allow.’

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  15. Sometimes I am in a tizzy at the office or about something on the news and out of the corner of my eye, I will see a flock of birds flying over the building. It is often what I need to catch my breath and revel in the beauty all around me instead of wallowing in the idiocy. This post came in the knick of time.

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  16. Far more beneficial than listening to corporate news, which is heavily skewed toward agitating the masses in a fear frenzy. There is so much good news going on in the world, but what you hear is not that. We have a madman at the helm, and something definitely needs to be done. Meanwhile, my refuge is in nature as well. 🌈

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