While I was out running errands this afternoon a friend and I were messaging back and forth about the storms popping up in the area. He described the clouds as “beautiful, dark, angry and deep” and my reaction was, “Yes!!” His words also reminded me of the lines from the Robert Frost poem about the snowy woods: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have miles to go before I sleep.”
I shared that with him, and as it turns out, the poem was significant for him as well. I loved that shared connection.
The past couple of months have been ones of intensely shared connections for me. The warp and weft of the fabric of my life, and of my connections to the lives of others in my close circle, are increasingly visible. Things get passed back and forth between us, whispered, without intention, it seems. I love seeing all the reflections, the shared edges, the way our stories are woven and rewoven together creating something beautiful in the process.
On the evening of my first Introduction to Anthropology class, my professor opened with this: “We inherit a story not our own. We enter in the middle.” My journey, it seems, is to explore this shared, inherited story. What does it mean to be human?
In the end, it seems, it really is never just about us. In the end, at some point, everything is connected. Ours is a shared story.
These trees and this view through them keep showing up in my artwork. I’m not sure why.
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