This is a piece I wrote a long while back, it reminded me of question I often ask. It’s unedited.
Working in corporate and keeping a busy schedule has made me realize one thing over the years and that is, that I miss simplicity. The parts of life that are often overlooked, like simplicity of character, the kind of simplicity that occurred before we knew what a first kiss felt like or before we learned that water evaporates and that the heavens are filled with solar systems and that it’s these solar systems (light up the nights sky) are what makes up the nights sky. I miss this type of simplicity. Perhaps, in part, because within them seems a nostalgia and mystery that leave us in awe of the possibilities that, just maybe, there is still something larger than ourselves yet to be discovered. I see this in the details of my historic studio, the lines of the cabinet doors, it’s build ins where I store my clothes, it’s leaded glass windows and the cast iron radiators that squeals and hisses like a sea serpent, each time I use it. They remind me of the twenties and gene Kelley and I see it in………) In these things are a sense, that not everything, used to be so complicated and busy and that these characteristics once spoke of a simpler time. It is this knowing, these simpler times that I miss, times, the world hasn’t seen in perhaps some eighty years or more. At least this is how it seems to my mind. I imagine being a farmer walking fields of dirt awaiting new crops looking out into the universe, which lays waiting for me. I can see the wisps and haze of slight cloud cover, yet my sight stretches beyond the clouds to discover the galaxies of the Milky Way. And as I stand there I wonder if God knows how despondent we’ve become with our world. (What reminds me????) I’m reminded of the Sistine Chapel and Davinci’s painting, Gods hand stretching out towards man as to say you’re not alone. And standing in the field I imagine God stretching his hand down towards mine. And see shooting stars trailing their sparks as tails. And wonder just what we would say to God had we reached the end of the universe. Looking downs I kick the dirt with my hands in my pockets and slowly I lift my eyes to the sky and look at God as to ask; haven’t we seen it all?
