Don’t say you didn’t learn anything today. Happy Sunday.
“The sky both exists and doesn’t exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.”
― Haruki Murakami
Please feel free to take up the challenge of Three Quotes in Three Days. Thanks again to Laura Bruno Lilly for passing this challenge along to me.
How do you like the blues in that sky? Is that not a vast expanse worth drinking in? This is a phone photo taken in the spring through the front window of my car (don’t worry, I was parked). At first I couldn’t figure out why the top of the sky was such a vivid blue until I remembered with a forehead smack and an eye roll that there’s a blue tint at the top of my windshield. So there you go, a secret filter photo. If great photographers are not supposed to reveal their secrets, that’s why I’m not one of them.
Our weather has been up and down and all over the place this week. The sunny cheery blue sky suddenly grows menacing and dark, the wind comes up and the thunder grumbles and rolls. Rain falls in buckets or fine mists, but in such short bursts that if you turn away you might miss it. Then the sun comes back out to say “just kidding” until it’s warm enough again to turn the fans back on. Rewind and repeat. About four times a day.
I’ve been using this unpredictable weather as an excuse for not walking to the grocery store which is only a couple of blocks from my house because I would not like to get caught in the rain and struck by lightning. Even though I am out of coffee cream, which is pretty strong motivation. And driving there would be the height of slothful lackadaisicalness. Yes, that is a real word. It means unwillingness to get off your butt. Or out of your car to take a normal photo.
Hope your Wednesday is wonderful in a lackadaisical laid back way. I’ve had fun matching pictures to quotes! You should try it.
Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 15
Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold. There was nothing green yet anywhere I looked, and the air stayed cold until well past mid day. Sometimes the sun would break through the grey mist with a half-hearted attempt at cheering up the sad and dismal countryside , but all that brown was discouraging, and day after day it seemed to simply give up without a fight.
No, come back! I wanted to shout at it. Try harder. Winter is an asshole, you can make it go away. But the sun doesn’t listen to anyone.
Those last few bleak days I spent hesitantly preparing to leave, because I was reluctant too. Remiss to walk away from a life that had become impossible, but which remained, in spite of everything, still strangely comforting in its familiarity. Afraid, wary, hanging back, I kept searching for one good reason not to go. There were reasons, but in the end, none of them were good enough.
A shrill whistle sounded in the distance and the tracks grumbled and shook as a numbing north wind whipped stray locks of hair across my face and into my eyes, some of the long strands sticking to the tears that kept stubbornly falling no matter how many times I brushed them away. My ticket to freedom was crushed and broken in one clenched fist. The other one dragged my heavy bag across the platform. And then I boarded the southbound train. With all my might and resolve I resisted the backward pull and in my head I wiped the slate clean.
I felt as stubborn as the sun. Strong and steady and enduring. Soon I’d be ready to shine again.
The Speakeasy at Yeah Write # 157 – include the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.”
Jazzy attempts an incognito dip in the lake.
We all shine on, like the moon and the stars and the sun.
– John Lennon
Sun/Moon Art is fascinating. Second only to my love of all things African, these delightful works of art fill me with comfort and serenity – peaceful easy feelings. My African art does this too, but I have no idea how to describe to someone else how carvings of elephants and giraffes, paintings of beautiful black women dancing, and crazy scary tribal masks can inspire peace and joy. For me they just do.
It will be difficult explaining the sun/moon/stars thing too. But I’ll try. When someone is miles away, it’s nice to know we are still under the same sky, gazing at the same small glimpse of heaven. The sun and the moon and the stars belong to everybody. Or to no one at all. We may be quite different, but we are each tiny parts making up this vast universe. We all shine.
Maybe we look at the sun, moon and stars with a longing to return from whence we came. Or it’s simply the yin/yang day/night balance that is pleasing, or the beautiful colors or the symmetry that draw us in.
Explaining art is like trying to work out exactly why a joke is funny. Some things are inexplicable and best just happily embraced for whatever emotions they may uncover. I wish you peace, how ever you may find it.
“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” – E.E. Cummings