Seduced A Little Every Day

Connecting the dots of my online community today, I found a picture of myself being seduced a little every day.  I started with a friend’s post about how she had been published by Ruminate magazine.  This led me to a blog by a Ruminate contributor who mentioned a desire to be seduced a little every day by the compact moments of beauty that arise.

Of course, she hadn’t come up with this clever phrase, but had been inspired by a fashion icon and photographer called The Sartorialist who used this phrase in a short film.  The Sartorialist was discussing the impact of living a truly visual life.  He talked about how he spends four or five hours every day really looking at people and finding those most natural moments of beauty to capture on film and post on his blog.  He doesn’t look for a lot of great photos, he just keeps his eyes open for the good ones.

This, of course, reminds me of Amy March–You only need one as long as he’s the right one--and I find myself connecting all the little dots I love.  Art, interaction, community, love, whimsy, and belief.

Ways I was seduced today:

* the determination on B’s face as she discussed her ongoing struggle with administration’s approval of her play

* the “you’re ridiculous, but we accept you and laugh anyway” look of six sophomore guys as I told them stories of my high school self

* the shimmering blond of a 3 year old’s hair as she took my hand and led me to my dinner chair

*the complete darkness of my basement when the pre-bedtime movie finished and no one got up to turn on the light

*the fact that M. took 15 minutes to catch up on the phone even while she was shopping for a new wardrobe

I only need this life I live in order to be seduced a little every day.