“One Moment in France”
12 x 12in oil on museum quality panel
It is the particularity of things that jump out at me sometimes. Knowing that on this backroad in France, even if I return to the very same place next year, it will be different. I will be another year older and have seen a thousand things since then. The owners who live there may decide to trim back the overgrown roses, or paint the shutters with a fresh new coat of paint. The roses themselves may decide that winter was a bit too harsh for their taste this year and hedge their bets for next year by not blooming in such a show-off fashion.
Every moment is a miracle
Occurring only once.
What if there were GIANT SUNFLOWER TREES and tiny poles to carry electricity.
What if phones were as BIG as public fountains and every word you spoke was magnified for all to hear
What if BRUSHES PAINTED US everyday and sent us out into the world to be ogled and oogled every which way.
What if we slept standing up and used our hands to walk everywhere and saw the world upside down with sky on the bottom and earth above
If we lived at night and slept by day and Cheerios were all we ate.
To see everything new each time we saw it.
What if the sun brushed our hair and the trees rubbed our backs
WHAT IF LIFE WAS REALLY ABOUT WONDER AND AWE?
Not finance and politics, plans or rules
What if LAUGHTER WAS LANGUAGE
and smiles were currency…
Since this is such a huge slice of silliness I think it only fair that you add your silly self to it. Leave a line below in the comment section 😉
So what if today you did nothing that made any sense at all.
It would be a very fine day indeed.
This post was originally published on 11/03/2013.
I am taking some time to indulge in some yearnings and you’re welcome to join me! (click here to see what I’m talking about 🙂
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