Does the artist
intrinsically understand his place in nature, his part in the creative journey
that rises from the soil, that breathes life through its shoots, that always
gives back? Annie and I made the best of yet another prairie winter day (yes, it IS April)
and hiked the Cedar Bog trail this weekend.
I was struck by this
question as we passed through woods filled with bird houses avec feed, a fir tree someone had decorated at
Christmas time, and lovely works of art hanging on tree trunks.
Maybe it's a mutual respect. Maybe it's about assuring each other strong, healthy roots. Maybe it's about the way the tree and I both lean toward the
midday sun with a smile, thanking our creator for making creators of all of us.
2 comments:
To those who have voices and want to whisper to the few they know will visit.
..nice.
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