Junichiro Tanizaki
Without shame, I have hijacked Susan T. Landry's idea of shadow visuals for my own, not-clearly-thought-through purposes.
Shadows and the sense of weather leaning in with too much weight; a drunken suitor, a tense salesman short of his quota. Today it all seems to be symbol and metaphor. Projections and predictions.
And a heart-shaped shadow, cast by an object nothing like it.
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Namaste, dear Marylinn
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Just letting you know I'm here and listening. Everything does indeed seem to be symbol and metaphor these days; what we thought was real has become illusion and illusion is garnering and gathering ever more substance. I think often of the 'smush' in the pupa as the caterpillar goes through its necessary dissolution before the muddle is replaced by imaginal cells that - through immense patience, effort and focused intent - become the butterfly. How wonderful it would be if everything we pay loving attention cast a heart-shaped shadow. Thanks to you and Susan for these tender-yet-powerful images.
Sending you loving good thoughts, the same as always - Claire
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How wonderful. I love the imagery here.
Pearl
Claire - Namaste. Love and peace as we reside in our transitional states, either lady-like, with gloved hands folded in our laps, or thrashing like wind-whipped palms. Today I choose to believe more than we know DOES cast a heart-shaped shadow. Some information just takes such a long time to arrive. xo
Pearl - Thank you. How nice to see you here. The photo speaks so eloquently.
i feel like a celebrity, so clever am i at appropriating other people's imagery (!)
who knows why my mind jumped to shadow art the other day?
i think perhaps i was not quite energized enough to be fully blogging, but needed to make my version of the Queen's limp hand wave, to let my friends know i am still out here.
you, my friend, are the B. E. S. T.
Susan - Your version of the Queen's limp hand wave (surely the pocketbook impedes movement) caught my eye, for which I thank you. xo
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