A reason to read (and reread) WP. If i needed a reason. Hell no, no need for reason when reading Ray. Just read.
The Ark Of Sanity
rises in the fog,
burned away -hidden desire.
Oh, why feel
behind the screen?
And how our creator
tapped into the sensual,
leaves us mourning
the loss of soul.
And automatically, the words became sentences, with stems and petals. Forced from the fertile soil, stories grew arms and legs. They not only held her dreams but they carried her to lands far away.
People have no idea what’s going on in my head. Most days i wish i didn’t either.
must the tree
to the ground we creep -lower
dream of hands
diamonds heaped at my feet
*I am the female version of you, echoed her dreams. 2/9/2018
What makes you think your right? Isn’t life too complicated to think we can sum it up in a few words. Simplicity soothes our ego but to what disaster do we fall victim to our narrow understanding of others. Blame and finger pointing our game?
Little Face Alexander Calder, 1943, Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago
I like to believe my personal statements are absolute truth. The danger is feeling proud and relishing in everyone telling me how smart i am. Shouldn’t we deny ourselves some satisfaction?
Humble feasts are important to feed upon.
While at the Museum of Contemporary Art, a little girl stood with her mother, looking at the piece posted above. The mother asked the girl if she liked it. The little girl replied, “It scares me.” And off they took.
I stood there thinking how many people scare me. The know-it-alls with wisdom spewing from empty hearts. No glance my way, for whatever reason.
I believe we should consider Murphy’s Law and every exception to the rule. It is great if others agree with us. Fantastic if they don’t. Right? Because then we have something to talk about, discover and learn together. Remember what we thought was flat, was round and what was heavy, perhaps while carrying around our child for months, was actually lighter than first perceived. It was our weariness, not theirs, that made life disagreeable for us.
We all want to feel good about ourselves. If it helps to believe your right, get lost in your thoughts. Just don’t hate me when i disagree. This is when truth is finally fully unmasked in everyone.
When we finally realize we are all made of found parts; pieces here. Notions there. Button noses and fake hair. Is when we begin to add the beautiful decorative pieces of ourselves to form full humanity.
Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. I have named it Snow Day in Eternal Sunshine.
Is there a home in the world for us?
We have our own snow in the Midwest.
Still, it is magical to stare wonderingly at the pristine beauty of a country, In the Middle of Snow, who relatives, generations before you, once called home.
That family once honored the past with stories of Finland. The great-grandparents who entered the US, through Ellis Island, settling in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, being comfortable with the familiarity of their homeland in a foreign country, told those memories. Settling, they built a family, in a village of Finlanders, joining the ranks of those who worked the iron ore mines, who supped on pasties and ran together, in unencumbered flesh, through the snow, to warm themselves in saunas. Together.
Today alone. Scattered snowflakes.
I always welcome to know more about my heritage, hence my search for Finnish blogs. I need connection. This circle of life i yearn for, feeds the purpose of answering who i am.
But who can answer the why questions? Why leave home, slowly abandon your language and culture, to come to a wild land that is not necessarily more welcoming. The answers remain as vague as the memories. I am destined to melt, never fully knowing. Remain fluid, never answering the question but providing a journey for my children.
Generations past, echoes that grow ever faint.
Photography is more than capturing time, it celebrates moments that otherwise might be forgotten. Rolling through the car wash is always a memory jogger…
An image without so much a smile or frown keeps my imagination in a tizzy over a lack of direction to take. Until! and only until i relax and go along for the ride…
Thanks for riding along with me. 😘<<<
The Broken Bridge and the Dream, (excerpt) Dali, 1945
sitting in my favorite chair
wandering mind -curious
wondering how i got so far
away from home.