davidtripp posted: " Sunday Morning, Early Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you: build, therefore, your own world. Ralph Waldo Emerson Morning Sketching and Noo"
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Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you: build, therefore, your own world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Morning Sketching and Noodling on an Idea
So what happened this morning? I woke to REM, with images flooding my imagination. Before opening my eyes, I saw a friend/colleague seated in front of me (identity unknown-not even a face I recognize). He was deeply troubled. It was all over his countenance. He didn't speak, but I knew, and felt the same anxieties overwhelming me as well. I heard myself say: "Our world seems wobbly this morning. We need to build structure." I haven't lost that thought though I've risen, showered, dressed, broken my fast, and come downstairs to work in the gallery. Looking at the clock I see it's been exactly two hours since I woke to those images and sounds. I intend to blog later today once I get some things in order, so I will close for now and seek structure.
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