In the words of Ursula Le Guin…
The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed, as William Blake said.
So I’d love to ask: what has moved you recently? Whether it was a poem, a movie, a song, a line in a book, a moment between mother and child…I’d love to know! I’ll start things off…
This past weekend, during a weekend away with Kevin in Cornwall, Connecticut, we walked through a field with the prettiest little dried flowers. Something about the winter sun filtering through these little dried puffs moved me completely; it was a sight so simple and beautiful it almost felt suspended in time. Do you ever get the feeling, during a moment or instant in your life, that you will remember it forever? That’s how I felt.
This paragraph from Veronica by Mary Gaitskill also moved me:
“It’s raining again. I am deep in the unfolding. All around me living green opens and closes, undulating in ripples and great waves. The creek flashes, eager for the piercing rain, its hard, concentrated pouring. A slim tree naked of bark, ocher, smooth, comes out of the ground in a sinuous twist. A piece of fungus grows in a neat half wheel around a twig, like a hat on a lady with a long neck.”
I am deep in the unfolding.
Sentences like that remind me why I love to write.
Hope everyone is having a great week. Lots of love. XO