When you start to develop your powers of empathy and imagination, the whole world opens up to you.
I once knew a teenage girl who said that she felt the moon belonged to her, that it was her moon. I understood what she meant. She was a sensitive, creative person. She wasn't a lunatic. Nor did she have a fantasy about holding the deed to a piece of heavenly real estate. It was that she related to the moon and the moonlight on a very personal basis, embracing it and being embraced by it.
Sometimes, rarely, I will look up to a window in an apartment building and I will know who lives there, I've never met them, I don't know their names and I've never been in the apartment, but somehow I feel like I am one of them. They are my family.
There is a painting by Henri Matisse called "The Piano Lesson." It resides at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. I know that picture. I know the little boy sitting at the piano. I know what he is thinking and how he feels and I know the patient concern of the woman sitting behind him. It is my painting. I joke that someday I'm gong to steal it. Which I would never do even if I could.
There is a tree growing out of the side of a cliff at the top of a hiking trail in Conway, New Hampshire. I had to get dangerously close to the edge of the cliff in order to look at it. It flourishes, It bends upward to catch the sun. Birds come and visit it. Every year it pulls back it's sap and sleeps and in the Spring it puts forth buds and grows. If it were to push away some of the rock on the cliff and send it falling, it would still thrive because it has purchased its life from the solid, vibrant earth behind the rocks.
I will never see that tree again. But I know it's there and I know it lives. It's my tree.
DB - The Vagabond
(This is not a contest.)
Given the resources and opportunity, what one thing do you want to do in 2010 that you've never done before.
You have all Winter to answer. Answers will be posted on the first day of Spring.
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DB - The Vagabond