Connection

we seem to find it difficult to be convinced that we are all connected ...

The smallest of observations, the slimmest of images, can spark a poem. Some of you who knew me before Substack know that I am obsessed with the swallows that patrol the lakeside, mostly because of their graceful flight patterns, but also because of the interesting noises. I used the image of that flight pattern to start this small poem, because on my walk a couple of weeks ago, I thought about what the paths would look like if we could record them and render the network of movements easier to see. It’s an invisible network as I walk along the lake road, but what if threads of paint hung in the air to mark their paths? I googled a bit but was unable to find any such rendition. I get tired of such research fairly quickly, though, so someone out there. might find something.

I turned to textiles to finish the thought. My drawing comes from an inchie challenge with marvelous online art therapist and teacher Amy Maricle. The drawing I have learned to do with her guidance is meditative and restorative, and I return to ink and watercolor in spurts that support my creativity with words.