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| Henri Matisse, "Blouse Woman Dreaming." |
"Your must find your own quiet center of life and write from that."
Sarah Orme Jewett
Today it is lingering thoughts of loss and how to reshape them instead into moments of celebrating what was.
When life is not a splashy collection of busyness, socializing, achieving, acquiring, it takes on a miniature aspect, as thought it weren't a complete and full life but a scant portion thereof. We may be the very last to know ourselves, to recognize our value to the whole. The self viewed through a prism of diminished significance. That is not the truth. From where we are, with what we have, we are or become what is needed most. Our job, in addition, is to trust the rightness of that.
8 comments:
This is beautiful and haunting and profoundly true.
mmmmm...always a tasty morsel here
Angella - Hello, how good to see you. Thank you. xo
Mary Ann - Thank you. xo
thru a prism --- minute but so much more concentrated to the essence of it's real being.
Elsewhere - Concentrated, less chance to be unclear about the feeling. xo
, yes, for better and for worse... the sweet and the sour...
Elsewhere - Does it seem to you that ambiguity is the prevailing condition? xo
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