I spent part of the day staring at a Monet painting (from the haystack series). I forget sometimes how visual art can awaken your senses. It shouldn’t surprise me, given my habit of walking outdoors all the time. But every time I step into a gallery or a museum it’s like rediscovering part of myself I forgot existed.
I am deeply in love with images and always have been. They contain stories and yet we apprehend them at once (unlike writing, which unfolds over time). The image is always in the present. It is strange sometimes how fast people will move through a museum. You could give Monet an afternoon, a week even, and he would still be fresh, still have something to teach.
Here and there in those moments – Chrisoula and I were with the kids, so I couldn’t linger as long as I would have liked – I kept coming back to my “we’re in this waking up thing together” theme. It’s on my mind lately.
I think that togetherness can function on many levels. I am always grateful for your presence and support, and grateful that from time to time I can extend some helpfulness too.
Yet at the deeper levels, we are joined in Love. That is hard to talk about – and hard to understand (and the course often suggests we not bother with understanding) – but it’s no less real. In fact, it’s more real.
I sense this at times: in the presence of Monet’s brilliant meditations on light, in Emily Dickinson’s deeply brave poems, in the sudden flash of a cardinal coming from the hedge. It’s like the past and the future dissolve and there is only an electric and fluid present. In those moments, there is no “me” or “you.” There is no conflict.
All we are doing is remembering what was done for us in Creation: Love extended itself and we – together – are its sure result.