Knock

I spent most of today in Detroit meeting with a few people/ working on themes of courage, optimism, and innovation in the face of the current state of emergency. My nature steers me towards the sun. I understand the need for cancellations and precautions, but life moves forward. I plan to do what I can to infuse that life with hope and spark. I’m taking this time to answer the knock. 

As I was leaving Detroit, I made it a point to stop by the DIA. As I was walking in, they shared that I had one hour to visit. They closed at 4pm with the plan to stay closed through the first week of April. I realize that these works are online; we can take virtual tours, but it’s not the same. It’s in the experience. As I sat there in front of Cotopaxi, I wrote about the underlying theme… the fact that the volcanoes were a metaphor for the tumultuous Civil War times. That sun is so bright; the waterfall so pristine and the people so miniature. Church’s work is such an inspiration. It speaks to my soul, which is what every artist intends.

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I finished up my day with laps in the pool. I was the only one swimming as the pool was closing. I relished every kick and every breath paying attention to the lights under the water how they made for moons and stars. My mind took me to places of frequency and wavelength; to the idea of the sparrow in the mead hall…

The sparrow, flying in at one door and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry tempest, but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, passing from winter to winter again. So this life of man appears for a little while, but of what is to follow or what went before we know nothing at all. —St. Bede

The train of thought reminded me of an image I pulled the other day. The sparrow morphed into a freighter on the lakes. We all leave a trail.

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