Saturday, June 7, 2008
When Roses Speak...
When the Roses Speak, I Pay Attention
“As long as we are able to
be extravagant we will be
hugely and damply
extravagant. Then we will drop
foil by foil to the ground. This
is our unalterable task, and we do it
And they went on. “Listen,
the heart-shackles are not, as you think,
death, illness, pain,
unrequited hope, not loneliness, but
lassitude, rue, vainglory, fear, anxiety,
Their fragrance all the while rising
from their blind bodies, making me
spin with joy.
I guess I should learn from the roses, who do not question what their 'unalterable task' is. It seems that mine is to weave tapestries, though, for the life of me, I do not know why! I just know that no matter what happens in my life, I am driven back to the loom... to heal, to order the chaos, to fulfill the creative urge.... to do what I seem to be here to do. What an odd 'purpose'! But I have been weaving... not an exciting piece, but a restorative peace. I wove an inch yesterday, and am creeping up on an inch today. If I keep this up, I'll have something to show that might make more sense before too long!