Funny, it feels differently to me.
Though I know the truth of what she said. It's so true. It's almost freeing to hear it, to know someone sees it, to not have to hide it.
Oh, but oh. Does anyone know? Could anyone feel, understand, or comprehend how hard, how desperately I tried it. I put one foot in front of the other. I stood with them together. The lines just kept moving. The lines never made sense to me. They broke and twisted. They twirled and turned.
It seemed so unnatural to try make a line that was perfectly straight. Not a twig or tree ever grew that way. Not ripple in the water ever took that shape. No thought in my mind could stay that disciplined, organized, or boringly, depressingly ordinary.
Or -din-ary.
It's the exceptional, the accidental, the tiniest flaw that steals my wonder. It's the static on my mind that explodes into new ideas. The silence of straight lines puts my thoughts to deep, deep sleep.
If I only walked in straight line, I would always be walking away.
--me strauss Letting me be
Interesting thought, " I would always be walking away".
ReplyDeleteHi Dr. John,
ReplyDeleteIt's a sad thought. I tried to think that I would always be walking to, but for me, that just isn't so.
This train of thought (I first wrote LINE of thought :)) is not new to me, but to see it matched with the photo is magnificent and visceral. Spot on!
ReplyDeleteHi Dawn!
ReplyDeleteThanks for hearing and seeing. You always know exactly what I mean. That's what friends are about. :)
Butterflies always seem to get ehre they need to be. They take the scenic route. Perhaps you do too. :o)
ReplyDeleteOh Easy,
ReplyDeleteYou always seem to see the best side of me. Thank you for that.
Wow! Loved this piece.
ReplyDeleteMy high school math teacher once mentioned that even a straight line is an arc... And it is true...
Hi Bungi!
ReplyDeleteI totally forgot that about a straightline being an arc! Thank you for reminding me. I'm smiling. :)