art 22 Sep 2005 05:11 am
Wind From the Sea by Andrew Wyeth
I was reminded of this beautiful painting on another blog this morning. Appropriate with a hurricane coming, it also makes me inhale with the memory of all that’s happened this summer. Another breath down to the depths of my lungs where I can feel I’ve not breathed before. I’m excersized, a little weary from the strain, and yet refreshed with all that’s new. The air, like life, is not stagnant.
The ocean is on a short list of about five things, and most of those are people, that I miss about Florida. The beastliness of September, as it’s coming to be known to David and I, is not on there. What used to be such a glorious month, with a change of the seasons and bringing with it renewed energy and inspiration, has become a parade of catastrophe with ripples that reach down into every crevice of our lives.
I clamor for quiet. The constant sound and chaos wears on me like the incessant scatch of Florida cicadas in August. It’s not physical crowding that I find challenging; not square footage or scrambling little bodies or a full calendar. I long for a quiet corner where my thoughts can shout unhindered to completion within my own head, where ideas can flow in one continous stream to thier fruition.
Somewhere, there is such a corner waiting for me. There is a room with a window and a gauze being teased by a sea breeze from an unseen ocean, where I will send out my prayers, inhale and create and think, and then leave, having purged and cleansed my mind.
on 22 Sep 2005 at 7:46 am 1.Gigi said …
Tia-This is beautiful !!Thank you for sharing it.I would like to print out your last two blogs but for some unknow reason am unable to do.It is raining here today.And it stays so hot Wouldn’t this be a good day to take a walk on the beach! We miss you but happy and thankful you are happy there.Hug the little ones for me…David too and here is one for yourself.O
on 22 Sep 2005 at 7:50 am 2.TiaDavidandOurLittleChickens said …
Can you see the painting? It’s taken me ALL morning to figure it out; I had to download Mozilla to get the image thing to work but it slows my computer down and makes the blog look different. At least I accomplished the post though. If nothing else happens today, at least I can say I learned something LOL!
on 22 Sep 2005 at 7:56 am 3.Gigi said …
I studied that painting a while.It liks likewind blowing the curtains in the window.
on 22 Sep 2005 at 1:44 pm 4.Gigi said …
Tia, your blog this AM abiyt a quiet place to meditate reminded me of this poem written by Glenda Fulton Davis..here ’tis;
A Quiet Place
I daily seek a quiet place
that’s far from trouoble and strife
WhereI can piece together all
the puzzles of my life.
It’s there,away from TV and books
and far from the telephone,
that I can fellowship with God;
just He and I alone.
Andthere God pours His balm of love
into the lifeI live,
And thereI find a peace and joy
that only He can give.
I will not fear the circumstances
I face from day to day,
for daily, in my quiet place,
I’m learning how to pray…Amen
on 24 May 2006 at 7:13 pm 5.Karen Carnahan said …
Dear unknown friends,
It has been said that i have a way with words, but nothing like what i’ve read on this site. I am humbled, yet renewed and strengthened with your shares.
I purchased a print of this painting yesterday. It was new and foreign to me. Yet, something about the simplicity, the memories it stirs, pulled me to claim it and make it mine. Alongside it is a little saying i thought so appropos - “YESTERDAY - is a wind behind me”
I’m going to be 56 and i have many yesterdays that have propelled me, just as this gentle sea breeze moves the curtains, to where i am today. This is the first time i have EVER been moved by anything visual to feel proud and strong of those cummulative ‘yesterdays’.
thanks for letting me share.
Warmly,
Karen