So much to think about. Cate, did you photograph the tree withe the curling branches? I LOVE it!
About life/death, now I am painting a picture with my mom as a character in a "story." My mom is always with me, everyday. I don't know what that means except that I miss her and feel connected.
I did photograph that tree, Leslie. It's a weeping Japanese pagoda tree. Appropriately labyrinthine! As are our relationships with our parents. I'm glad painting helps you connect to your mom.
Such a beautiful, thoughtful post. And the picture of that Pagoda Tree! At a moment when tragic atrocities are infiltrating every waking moment, it was so healing to ponder the metaphysical, the existential, and what lies beyond our "reality." My favorite inscription from Mt. Auburn Cemetery: "Oh for the touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is stilled." It touches me so deeply, nestled in the midst of such timeless beauty.
Cate! One read isn’t enough. One read invites my heart to open and truly receive each word in the depth it was offered. Thank You 🙇🏻♀️
Wow, Heidi. Many thanks.
So much to think about. Cate, did you photograph the tree withe the curling branches? I LOVE it!
About life/death, now I am painting a picture with my mom as a character in a "story." My mom is always with me, everyday. I don't know what that means except that I miss her and feel connected.
I did photograph that tree, Leslie. It's a weeping Japanese pagoda tree. Appropriately labyrinthine! As are our relationships with our parents. I'm glad painting helps you connect to your mom.
Great photo and thanks for the comment about painting and my mom. 💕
Beautiful, thoughtful thoughts of life and death. Looking at the sky is always a reminder of how much more there is beyond what we see.
Thanks for this reminder to slow down and feel the expanse.
Thank you, Barbara. Really looking like that is an artist's gift.
Thank you for the eloquent writing. It made me feel intimate with your mom--as I do in dreams. I feel surrounded by her molecules in this house.
Thanks for the high compliment, Jim. I think we all feel that way in your house.
Woo-woo!
Woo-woo!
Such a beautiful, thoughtful post. And the picture of that Pagoda Tree! At a moment when tragic atrocities are infiltrating every waking moment, it was so healing to ponder the metaphysical, the existential, and what lies beyond our "reality." My favorite inscription from Mt. Auburn Cemetery: "Oh for the touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is stilled." It touches me so deeply, nestled in the midst of such timeless beauty.
What a beautiful inscription, Kathryn. Thanks for sharing it. These are awful times, and I'm glad to hear my writing can be helpful.