Paintings by Leonora Carrington This post is in it’s 29th revision. Ridiculous but either that or silence, I suppose. Here the wind is howling, rattling windows, as if to come in for a cup of tea while ripping at the tin of the barn roof. Pondering paths ahead, probably an unwise idea. The many …
While I doubt many are paying attention to my comings and goings here, I’m compelled to explain my truancy from the blogoverse. It’s rather obvious given this lovely photo, don’t you think? In the middle of the night, I was off to the kitchen for a SMALL cup of pudding with Nutella [it doesn’t help …
When you seek love with all your heart, you shall find its echoes.. in the universe.~ Rumi
Nepal Disaster Relief
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French impressionist painter Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) painted despite partial paralysis and cruel rheumatoid arthritis until the end of his life. Painting with his brushes taped to his crippled hand, especially moves me. To the end of his life, Renoir’s three sons helped their ill father, who was wheelchair-bound later in life. His children often helped him in his painting, posing for him from the time they were small and later as he grew more disabled, binding his brush to his arthritic hand and with his paints, brushes and palette. Renoir’s wife passed away a few years before his death.
From an NPR interview linked here…
A good omen is the
white crane walking anywhere but in MY garden?
The artist Rodin writes to his “ferocious friend”~
“This morning I ran around (for hours) to all our spots without finding you. Death would be sweeter! And how long is my agony. Why didn’t you wait for me in the atelier, where are you going? (…) In a single instant I feel your terrible force. Have pity, mean girl. I can’t go on. I can’t go another day without seeing you. Atrocious madness, it’s the end, I won’t be able to work anymore. Malevolent goddess, and yet I love you furiously… . (…) Let me see you every day, which would be a good idea and might make me better, for only you can save me with your generosity. Don’t let this slow and hideous sickness overtake my intelligence, the ardened and pure love I have for you – in short, have pity, my beloved, and you will be rewarded.”
Imagine life without violence, the hate, the war, death and destruction.
Blood shed for nothing but pride.
Imagine a world where we come together as one,
seeing each as equal, perfect beneath a bight blue sky.
The sun shines upon us all, we each feel the warmth upon our faces.
Equanimity, perfect acceptance, love without boundaries, prejudice, fear, hate.
Loving-kindness taken to the next step.
Compassion, understanding, breaking the cement of frozen hearts.
Imagine everyone without despair, hunger, suffering and now…
Make it so.