I listened and looked with all my attention when Glenys Cour shared her view. She has nine decades of life experience, and the grace and clarity to make you feel at home in her presence, so now I have this to share with you:
An accomplished artist and still at work every day, she took time out to welcome me into her home.
And out of all the things she might remember from many years ago, this is what came to mind, for her to share with me:
“All the things that people said are in the air, and the possibility of sometime everything coming back – being heard”.
What if this is true? … That words are held in the air, not affected by the vagaries of time, unknowingly we download them, they are with us, but without ownership, simply passing through us – in time – along our storyline.
So what then of the poet, the artist, the architect; are these not creators and inventors making new impressions? Or are they explorers and discoverers; vessels for the ugly and the lovely to leave their marks once again.
And of the vessels are they half empty or half full? The content and the potential may be the same; but there are different ways of seeing them.
And so on to my second Swansea peep of that day: I visited Sandra after Glenys, perhaps 50 years her Junior, with so much life ahead of her, and on her kitchen window were stacked 15 empty pots. She called them:
“Sadly empty vases”,
…… “I tend to hoard stuff, which then becomes junk; I don’t know if that is the story of my life”.
So I asked; what will you do with these pots now? If this reflection is an image of the way you see your world, then how would you change that view? If life’s story is held in words and stuff, then what power is in the hands of the architect and the poet, and what potential for us all to work this storyline!
- A window invites poetic reflection.
- A window is an invitation.
- A window tells a story.
- A window is about views.
- A window is a threshold through which our lives meet.
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