After a week that pitched and heaved from beginning to end I’ve settled on this here Sunday in the possession of a nourished mind, a sense of dread about the oncoming week, a full heart and a diabolical headache.
It was one of those weeks where the world refused to stay upright. Where people didn’t fall in, where plans unraveled, and where more often then not I found myself metaphorically ass up, not knowing my hands from my feet. I don’t actually mind feeling that way every so often. Sometimes it’s good to get a bit dizzy and discombobulated – it helps put everything else into perspective. I’m at the point tonight, though, where I want to be turned up the right way, because the blood is rushing to my head and the nausea is getting a little old.
I remember sitting with a very pregnant Hellen some time late last year, ruminating about 2007 and how much had happened to both of us. We both agreed, however, that 2008 was going to be serious humdinger. I don’t know why, but we both knew without doubt that there would be changes this year unlike either of us had ever experienced.
And it’s only May. Hey 2008 – ease up a little buddy, there’s like 6 good months of the year left. Don’t spend it all at once.
The only thing that got me through this week was art. Well, the pursuit of it, and the discussion of it, and the experience of it. Hearing Jeanette Winterson speak about the essential nature of art in our lives on Tuesday last week was honestly soul food. It validated everything I feel about the place of creative pursuits in our lives, and how a lot of what’s wrong with the world stems from our inability to use our imagination. To look creatively at a situation and find, potentially, a not-so-obvious way around it. To see beauty and assume beauty in everything around us. To react to things in a subconscious and almost animalistic way, and to put things out into the world (be they verbal or visual or musical) that represent how we perceive the world around us and our place in it. To recognize there is more to life then what we’re fed through our LCD screens and computer monitors.
And the answer to the question ‘is it worth driving for 6 hours in one day to see an exhibition of paintings by the masters of landscape painting’ is always yes. Just so you know.
I’m going to bed now. I would really like the pounding behind my eyes to stop. This week is going to be better I know it.