Jo’s Monday Walk
Jo’s Monday Walk
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
When there is silence,
Give your voice.
When there is darkness,
Shine your light.
When there is desperation,
Be proud of yourself for the effort, especially the parts that no one else saw.~
We all have the muscle of creativity in our minds, but for it to consistently give great results it needs daily exercise.~
It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”~
What is happening in your world right now is your message, your sign, your omen…
Everything you want to “know” is found in the way you love, the way you live, and how you respond to life.~ D
For Jo’s Monday Walk
Again, supported by a friend by sending this to me.
Inspired by Becca’s Nurturing Thursday!
Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.~
For Becca’s Sunday Trees
“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.
When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *acedemical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.
But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.
And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care. ”
Becca’s Sunday Trees
Everything in excess Is opposed by nature ~
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. ~
These are photos taken during my walk yesterday morning. Temperature was 0C but it very pleasant. I decided to go early when people were either in bed or having their first coffee in that way I didn’t met many.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day ~ Vincent Van Gogh.
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable ~Bansky
You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found~Unknown
5th of March was our annual tour/ski day in office. The possibilities were to join downhill or cross country ski or a hiking tour. I chose the third option. I will write and share my experience in another post. For now it’s the tree on the top.
A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Becca’s Sunday Trees