I found these leaves the other day while our family was walking along the Vedder Canal. I delight in collecting leaves, and remembered how much the name of this blog still resonates with me, and sums up the way I experience the creative life.
Iâ€™m inspired by leaves; like snowflakes, every leaf is different. I love looking at them, comparing the different patterns. After the luscious perfection of early spring, the leavesâ€™ short lives are marred by insects or disease. But like millions of fresh canvases, each year the results are spectacular.
When I re-branded my blog a few years ago, I tried to combine my love of nature and art in the name â€œDelight-filled leaves.â€ This name is a play on the first line of this 1979 Wendell Berry poem:
To sit and look at light-filled leaves
May let us see, or seem to see,
Far backward and through clearer eyes
To what unsighted hope believes:
The blessed conviviality
That sang Creationâ€™s seventh sunrise.
Time when the Makerâ€™s radiant sight
Made radiant every thing He saw,
And every thing He saw was filled
With perfect joy and life and light.
His perfect pleasure was sole law;
No pleasure had become self-willed.
For all His creatures were His pleasures
And their whole pleasure was to be
What He made them; they sought no gain
Or growth beyond their proper measures,
Nor longed for change or novelty.
The only new thing could be pain.
Iâ€™m kind of shamelessly geeky on this point â€“ I love nature! And I love seeing this delight rub off on my little ones.