spent most of the late morning, afternoon at the gallery.  listening to an album….. walking through the halls of the nelson…… trying now to reflect…. what came from this day….. this day full of taking in and processing…….

felt warmly connected to the other few people ambling through the gardens…… where they, the strollers wound their way under the gingko leaves and let the light of the afternoon, the glisten and sparkle of the marble of walls and ground pour through their pupils…. let the wind take them up…… stand…… pause….. stare…. heart agape……. allowing a moment to unravel within them……. standing confidently in silence, not one step taken, not one shift of the sleeve made, or uncomfortable clearing of the throat uttered…. until it’s perfect passing…… until the angel of muse’s wings could be heard flapping in distant ears……..

also spent alot of time indoors…….. trailing my fingers and haunting about the chinese painting gallery….. “Sense and Sensibiltiy in Chinese Painting”….. said alot about moods and wind and water…. made me say to myself…. “A-ha……….. i’m not so alone”………… breathtakingly gorgeous panels of ‘fans floating in the ocean’….. made me again mutter to myself…….. “Who crept into my dreams”……………

 

 

 

 

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