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| Music In The Air Retablo - El Piano (The Piano) |
The irony of that is not lost on me.
If I do not lose myself in writing, in escaping, in running and jumping over the fence that separates this world from the other I feel strangled. I feel... almost... frightened.
It's familiarity, certainly. I know that world better. I am comfortable in it, and I am not always comfortable in this one. This world makes me smile, makes me wonder, makes me feel magic, but long ago the magic was always borrowed from that world. When the days were long, miserable, and cold, when every smile had been smudged with a quick flash of the back of someone's hand, I pinched magic from that world, like pinching snuff out of battered yet brilliant tin box. One deep whiff and my eyes watered at the brilliance of what that world could offer. It seemed brighter, my childhood home always grey... it seemed more real... my "real" home forever shadowed.
However, I remind myself that magic can be found here now, also. There is no better place to look than my daughter's eyes. That is magic. A swirl of paint upon wood. Magic. My husband and I reconnecting. Magic. Teeny, doggie snores. Magic. Yes, where once solamente agarrada de manos con mi papa, only holding my father's hand conjured magic, this world now holds more avenues for enchantment than I would have ever imagined. And how can that not bring a smile to my face, yes? How can that not be a melody that entices me to dance with joy?
Yet I will not forget where the magic first began...
7 comments:
Such a delightful piano keys-sidewalk....climbing up..up and away! Nice painting!
lovely painting but I really love what you've written. I can so relate to the magic other world!
Very nice picture with satisfying clean lines.
BTW, I always thought the quotation "Al que a buen árbol se arrima, buena sombra lo cobija." meant:
"It's not WHAT you know, but WHO you know".
No?
yahoo! you are this week's Wizard of Whimsy, congrats ; )
I once read that when we are creating is when we're most like The Creator. Writing, painting, crocheting - it all provides a deeper connection to that Magic, yes? Reading your posts, seeing your art - Magic.
How gorgeous! I read recently that the purpose of art is to feed the hungry. Nice thought - keep bringing out those images to share.
Oh my. We are so alike. Different childhood circumstances, but we both handled them the same way. I also cannot go too long without writing, and I am more comfortable in my magical world than in this one. But like you, as an adult--actually, just in the last few years--I have begun to see more and more magic here in this world.
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