Sunday, December 7, 2014
Back to basics
It may be that I, or most of us humans, are chronic amnesiacs and need to return again and again as though for the first time to what grips us most passionately. We need to fall in love anew, afresh, with what nourishes us at our very core. Winter sun on the sharpened point of an Albrecht Durer light cobalt turquoise was as pleasing as cafe au lait sipped above a clear Mediterranean inlet. I am not hard to please.
No matter what or who has been left too long on the shelf or in the rain, return. Resume. You will find your path. What you need will be there. A self-proclaimed fool in countless survivable ways, I truly believe it is never too late for anything that really matters. Trust in mysterious ways.