This painting by artist friend John Pore graces a wall in our greatroom. I believe it pretty much reflects the stage of life in which I find myself. For the curbstone, think my soft chair on which I sit; for the bag, the keyboard. The birds are the interwebby thing and the popcorn random bits of information.So long as my fingers are agile enough, ditto my mind, I shall doubtless sit here in a charade of real life, pretending desperately that I am still involved in the world in which I exist. This is an important thought, perhaps much more significant than it might appear. For it is so easy to be deluded into believing that what happens on the screen in front of me is real life. Meanwhile, the muscles atrophy and so, I fear, will the mind by and by, and then where or who will I be?
8 comments:
Wow. That's deeply profound and beautiful. Words are real and convey the emotion that comes from both heart and mind.....just wanting to affirm that you are more than merely a painting this morning!
Kurt
Thank you, Kurt. I appreciate your kind words.
We read your words and are profoundly changed. You challenge us and make us think.
Blessings,
andrea
I know what it feels like.. the screen does feel like real life because it's the only thing that has time to wait for me to voice my thoughts or let me have answers to my questions.. Even though the answers may still not satisfy me most of the time but at least, it's about the only most satisfying interaction that one gets these days, doesn't it?
I just want you to know that I have always been so blest by your warmth, wit and kind heart.
blessings to all,
~Silver
Andrea, perhaps it won't hurt us too much to think a bit. ;)
Silver, thank you for your kind words.
And as Silver said, Blessings to all.
May each day be better than the one before.
Deep stuff, pally. But the thoughts and the painting are absolutely lovely.
Lin, sometimes I think about stuff; but I try not to make it a habit. Thanks for the visit and comment.
Thanks, Sharkbytes. We try to entertain.
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