Who needs ruby slippers when you can wear gold shoes?
These were proudly worn by a sweet little girl in front of me at the grocery store a few days ago and she very happily let me take a picture of them.
I could really use a pair of gilded shoes about now. Tapping then together probably wouldn’t transport me anywhere and I wouldn’t suddenly be dancing the night away just because I was wearing them but they would definitely make my heart smile.
Again, a gentle reminder that it’s the little things.
Life has been barreling along at a hundred miles an hour lately, a definite change in pace from the years right after my husband retired from the military. It seems I’ve been saying “yes” far too often lately.
In addition to that the universe at large, or perhaps just the algorithms that be, decided to send all the emails about blogs that I follow which includes this weekly photo challenge, into my junk file, so I was behind the power curve for this post.
Which is all just a long explanation as to why I’m using a photo from the past instead of something new this week.
This young lady is now four and a half but this is one of my very favorite pictures of her and her parents, taken from behind, as they shared a very tender moment.
Sometimes being behind or perhaps seeing a scene from behind, is a good thing. And sometimes being behind the power curve results in revisiting a very good memory.
I found a monarch caterpillar on my tropical milkweed several weeks ago and brought her inside, hoping to keep her safe while she grew and fed and made her transformation to a butterfly.
In this photo she’s a fifth instar, attaching herself to the top of her enclosure, ready to molt for the last time and enter the chrysalis stage.
Here she is eight days later. During the chrysalis stage the caterpillar liquifies inside the cocoon and reorganizes, almost magically transforming into a butterfly. Even after decades of research, scientists admit that the details of this metamorphosis are not completely understood.
I’ve always enjoyed flying on cloudy days. The fascination never lessens for me but my flight on Monday was unusually mesmerizing.
Layer upon layer of clouds accompanied us as we slid through the atmosphere and my gaze was riveted on the ever-changing skyscape.
On this particular flight my mind was on this week’s photo challenge which had me exploring the latest version of my phone and what it had to offer in the way of video and pictures that move.
Life on terra firma has lately been confusing and sad and much too busy and so it was a welcome interlude to recently be up there among these magnificent vistas where my mind and heart could rest, if only for a few hours.
Okay, so this challenge stumped me. I have to admit I went down a rabbit hole with it and got stuck in the fact that the devil was in the details instead of focusing on the details themselves.
I just couldn’t wrap my head around the Devil being in them.
So I looked up the origin of the phrase and this is what Wikipedia has to say about it.
“The devil is in the detail” is an idiom that refers to a catch or mysterious element hidden in the details, meaning that something might seem simple at a first look but will take more time and effort to complete than expected and derives from the earlier phrase, “God is in the detail” expressing the idea that whatever one does should be done thoroughly; i.e. details are important.
So there you have it. I like the original phrase better and as far as I’m concerned, if you keep God in the details of your life, there isn’t any room for the Devil to be there. If you keep God in the details then that catch or mysterious element that will divert you is more likely to be avoided.
Do me a favor and stay out of my details. There’s no room for you there.