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Beauty in the Rough

Easter 2012 Part 4 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

It’s been one of our rougher weeks here at the Casa di Bassett, and as I’m sure most bloggers can attest to, writing anything can feel impossible when you’re not at liberty to share the circumstances weighing on you. Thus the silence around here, heavy with words unwritten and whisperings of failure. As always, though, beauty heals. I’ve spent a lot of time this week watching clouds shift and meld over church spires, strawberry blossoms bob in the wind, and my daughters’ eyes sparkle with imagination. Noticing the duet of art and grace in the world around me has a unique way of lifting the weight from my lungs, and this, beyond anything else, is the reason we returned to the Amalfi Coast this Easter.

This was our third April to camp under the lemon trees, and though lugging our summer home up a mountainside is the stuff that expletives are made of, the view from our tent… well, you can see for yourself:

The way those four elements—sky, land, village, and sea—interact together along the coast, beautiful in equal and dizzying measure, fills my capacity for happiness to the brim. We all seem to find better versions of ourselves in between the blue of the sky and the blue of the water… even when both turn to gunmetal gray and thunderstorms burst open above our heads. “Can we go swing?” the girls begged once the thunder had rumbled away drawing a thick curtain of rain in its wake. Me At Home wouldn’t have even considered it. Me At The Amalfi Coast zipped up their waterproof jackets and called “Have fun!”

That’s the Me I’m conjuring up today when life seems to have a big fat F stamped on it. Not that it’s as easy as pulling up a few photos and exhaling stress into the pixilated sky, but the beauty still soothes what’s raw, lightens what’s dim. It helps. And so if you’re having one of your own rougher weeks (or days, or decades), then this is for you and me both:

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  1. Megsie  •  Apr 21, 2012 @ 8:44 AM

    There is definitely something about the blue sky and the blue water that makes me catch my breath. Your photos are amazing. I am sorry it has been a hard day (week?). I hope it improves. I hate those funky weeks… Sending you a big HUG. xoxo

  2. Ame  •  Apr 21, 2012 @ 10:27 PM

    finding perspective … regaining strength, or just enought to pull ourselves up by our boot-straps, once again … and move on. forward redefined … baby steps okay … hope, if only a thread, once again.

  3. lizardek  •  Apr 22, 2012 @ 2:36 PM

    I hope next week makes up in every way for the roughness of this one. Thinking of you and sending hugs!

  4. lizardek  •  Apr 22, 2012 @ 2:36 PM

    Also, now I have Lemon Tree in my head.

  5. Krista  •  Apr 23, 2012 @ 8:29 AM

    Yes, I do understand such feelings. I’m in that place myself. Not sure what to say so I haven’t said anything, just focusing on what is good, loving, and happy in my life. :-)

  6. Bethany Bassett  •  Apr 24, 2012 @ 5:47 PM

    Megsie – Your hug is felt and appreciated so much. Thank you, dearest.

    Ame – Just enough, yes.

    Liz – Thank you too, friend. And are you talking about the Fool’s Garden song? It’s a longtime favorite around here!

    Krista – I feel like your blog does that so beautifully — pulling out the good, happy, and lovely for display. It’s an inspiration for me.

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