This morning as I searched for words to feed my soul, I came across the sweet perfection of Joan Miro and her thoughts on two of my favorite things. Paint and words.
Her words tasted so sweet, filled the void and sparked a creative place I sought to satisfy. Twice in the last few days I have been diving deeply into my writing and lost what I was working on. I think that my words weren’t supposed to make it here…that I am capable of more, of something greater.
I have often entertained the idea of writing a piece based on a painting or painter I know, or even a friend who is a photographer and has captured something that sits with my soul. Something I can’t let go of. A story I need to tell or a poem that is seeking to escape the corridors of my mind.
Paint and poetry….black and white, full of brilliant color and life. I resonate with people I know who paint and who write. Art…it lights and fuels the creative fire. I think people light people up that way. Joan’s words sent me spinning…not able to think, see or do anything for some time after letting them settle in and absorbing the full-scale of what they created within my written mind.
I felt the love story of the Painter and the Poet, their love affair
The two people who create from damaged places and never cross paths
The two who find each other after many lifetimes of waiting and light the world on fire with their art and words
The mother and daughter….the times she cherishes that are no longer here. She holds those moments in her heart.
Friends who bond over rose tea and write about life and love
The way the paint feels on my skin and looks on my clothes when I am done
The words that tell a story. If I close my eyes I can remember the moment I picked up a brush and how it felt.
I can tell you about the poem I wrote for him and how it will never mean as much to him as it does to me. The poem I wrote for two mothers, for a best friend, for a life that is no longer here, for a love that I crave….I can tell you the moments that led me to my words. How people lifted me up, destroyed me and taught me the most valuable lessons I have ever learned.
Can you paint me a picture? It will give life to my words.
Paint your life….Write your life…but more importantly love your life. Create your life. Whatever your modality is dive so deeply into it that when you surface you are satisfied in a way that fills you up so completely.
So there it is….my words
Peace for this Sunday in your life…and for every day ❤