"When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing out a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves." --Jeanette Winterson (via Stories that Take Root by Terri Windling)
The idea immediately resonated with me. We absorb all kinds of art (poetry, music, painting and sculpture) into our lives, don't we? Without even realizing it at the time, we incorporate information visually or aurally and it becomes part of our mental landscape. Poems and songs from our childhoods reverberate in many ways throughout our lives, and we keep adding to these influences with new experiences.
Isn't Amelia's new shower curtain lovely? I adore it. Unable to find it among Henri Rousseau's tiger/jungle paintings, it is, nevertheless, based on Rousseau's style.
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
I'm going to be pleased to have this area finished and cleaned up. Everything has been getting a makeover this spring for various reasons--freeze damage, overcrowding, unsuitable plants for location, and so on. I alternate between areas that need re-working.