Though the cut flowers wilt and the leaves wither, blanching in the vase for days, still they remind me of fields, the loveliness of fading part by part, so many changes, not sudden the cutting down, not brutal but a way of undoing. A fulfillment. Merciful, you could say, the cutting down and then the slow undoing, which returns forms to their beginning as they go, petal by petal, and leaf curling, how one shrivels and falls.
“Inspiration” Stained Glass Art by kenne, of kenne
“It behooves any of us who would mediate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night and welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe.” — Edward Hirsch
What can be truer than the doctrine of Inspiration?
‘We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue, and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again It’s time we learned This world was made for all men’
I’ve been watching the pattern hummingbirds seen to follow coming to the feeder on our patio, especially when I’m on the patio. I divided it into three stages, and I created a short video of those stages.
