Why do I love words so?
Because they play a melody;
words can be happy,
joyful and magic
when you chose them right,
they can dance like a
mad-in-love couple,
or jump and skip and make it hip.
The sounds, the rhythms,
the awesome vibes,
they help us feel alive.
When I think of the word “line”, I think of ways in which we are all connected. Our bodies are connected by veins that carry blood and oxygen throughout. A phone line, an electrical line, a gas line and of course – the World Wide Web connects people through a web of lines.
Traditionally, people used to hang clothes outside on a clothesline and it was common practice. How many of you have seen your parents or grandparents hanging up clothes on a clothesline? Hanging clothes on the line can be used as a form of reflection of the day, breathing fresh air, getting exercise and saving our resources by not using a clothes dryer. Connecting with nature in any way brings us closer to ourselves and who we are in the inside. This can be a welcome break from our busy lives.
My father enjoyed taking pictures of clotheslines and my mother loved hanging clothes on the line since she was a young girl. In fact, she has such fond memories of this that she remembers singing happily during the chore as the wind was blowing and the birds were chirping. A clothesline can be a very inspirational subject, as it creates interest in form, shape, color, environment and composition. Numerous artists used the clothesline in paintings including Charles Oldenburg, Renoir and Pietro Longhi.
A clothesline offers both intrinsic and extrinsic values for us: we are dependent on wearing clothes and people assess us by the clothes we are wearing. A clothesline can represent daily life as an ongoing process in which we all share responsibility.
Graced with priceless experiences throughout my life:
joys, happiness and gains –
struggles, set-backs and pains,
and through it all –
I love the rain.
I read a quote about rain –
how it starts from a cloud and gathers together
until it returns back dispersed in many tiny pieces.
“Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only thing that falls apart. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.” —Lone Alaskan Gypsy
It’s such a shame,
how there are so many people,
that aren’t seeing it so plain,
that you only have to go inside
to see a reflection of what’s outside.
We might get stressed and depressed
and need to expel our hell,
let it out and vent –
once it rains, it’s heaven sent.
Rainbows come from tears,
the soul cries out for years
but when the timing’s right,
it’s the most beautiful sight.
Talk Waves
As I sit here at a local restaurant in the village I live in, I notice again as I have so many times before how I truly love to hear people’s chatter. Being a water lover, I like to relate to just about everything to water. It’s very relaxing. I hear a chatter, a murmur and all the sounds coming together as one. To me it resembles the mesmerizing ocean waves that keep rolling up gently to the shore.
Listening to the chatter of people takes me back to the time when I was just a little girl in Germany sitting on a chair or bench with my late Father and his friends at a local cafe. The table they sat at was called a “Stammtisch” which means “rooted table.” I remember sitting there and listening to people just as I am doing now, except I’m not in Germany, my Dad has passed on and it’s 35 years later.
As an artist, I have many creative interests. Helping people learn about themselves and what possible creativity they can dig out and unleash in themselves is important to me. Of course it makes sense that I have a deep yearning to grow, to progress and to live up to my potential, but what does that really actually mean? Potential to me means when someone not only finds what they love doing, but is also actively creating the time needed and using it! The more we work on what’s in us, the closer we get to who we are.
…Waves…
When I hear a crowd of people,
I hear the ocean waves,
I hear their voices high and low
like tides throughout the bay.
I feel at home in the waves,
they keep me safe and soothe my soul,
I find comfort here with people
I do not even know –
but I am here with all of them,
as a part of a whole.
I believe that all of us can do so much more, and as the saying goes: “If you do what you’re meant to do, you will set the world on fire.”
“Alone, but yet together, we all depend on each other.” ~ E. Lang
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