Intent

One of my favorite quotes is by Martha Graham:

“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”


I've read that you "learn to write by writing...learn to love by loving...learn to cook by cooking..." and that all we can ever do is "start where we are". This is my attempt to start where I am….in order to move towards the nagging visions in my heart and mind. I'm not even sure how to do that with a blog - - but being here beckons me - - so I am going to "keep the channel open, stop questioning and just march on".

Sunday, November 22, 2009

we all want to be heard

While the galette was baking I sat down to knit some more of the bulletin board. The women who peppered my day floated into my thoughts. The one who sat to the left of me at a church I tried this morning who smiled shyly and patted an empty seat for me, squeaking out "comfortable". She looked worn and tired and seemed pleased to have somebody sitting by her side, even a stranger. To the right a woman who would not sit still. She seemed to be having a leg cramp and made painful noises as she wiggled in her seat and looked at me. I thought she just needed some attention. Not having anything scheduled, I meandered through my day - grocery shopping and doing errands slowly....which caused me to pay attention more to those around me. At Walgreen's, the Indian woman who developed my pictures beamed over one saying it looked just like a painting and that she loved the sun and the shadows. In my normal rush I would have said thank you and parted....today I took a pause and asked her if she painted. She said she was putting together an art show, she had 15 paintings done so far and that they were religious paintings of people...they were hard to find and therefore valuable. She had much hope in a future where she could paint all day. When I left she seemed more relaxed, her smile was radiant. I think it mattered that somebody saw "her" - not just a clerk behind a counter. At Stop & Shop the woman bagging my groceries looked to be past retirement age. She asked me if I was ready for the holiday....and with a little encouragement told me that she was having everyone to her house...38 people. Her eldest is now 18, so she can no longer pass people off to the kids table. She was excited to be able to cook for her family again...but was perplexed about where to seat them all. I think that sometimes we are all just waiting to be heard. We want someone to witness our lives...to know that we exist. We want to matter.

p.s. the galette....very interesting

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