Because my sister loves horses, our father sent her this photo first. I’m the daughter he sends photos of land and sky. Only after he caught himself returning to look at this photo again and again did he realize I might also like the photo. But for reasons not involving horses.
My sister focused on the horses. The middle horse is angry and the left horse next to him is merely curious. Dad focuses on how the shadows tell you about the grade of the ground. He sent me the photo after realizing I’d likely enjoy the way water curves against land.
In my photography class, our Irish instructor tells us he brakes for S curves. He will stop what he is doing — even stop his journey if he is on a doughnut run — to take a photo of any suggestion of an S curve. Such formation allows our mind to travel all the while experiencing the very edge where contrasts meet.
Field alongside water. Curiousity corralled with anger. Straight against the curves. Daughter versus daughter. Shadows on warm earth.
Here’s a place to sit while we think about S curves and the curious horse. Photo courtesy of said dad.
Last week my daughter wanted to buy a book, which for this bookmanicmother was a moment dipped in 24K bliss. She doesn’t think she likes to read because compared to my sister and me she doesn’t read often enough to consider herself a reader. She doesn’t think she is at all like us in that regard. We walked into Borders Bookstore with an understanding how we’d just dip in, get the book she wanted, and then dip right back out.
An hour later, we were still in the psychology section. We were dipped in bliss, having discovered common ground between us. We had pulled all but two-three-four books off the shelf. I had four books I wanted to buy (had I mentioned my NoMoreBoughtenBook Vow?) and she had three in her WannaBuy Pile. We agreed to share our books at home having discovered we both enjoyed analysing why minds do what minds do.
In this way I ended up breaking a solemn vow, (a subject for a future post.) But for now I am reading a book about finding my true passion and place in life. The Element by Sir Ken Robinson tells me much of what I already know and much of what I didn’t dare to know. Halfway through the book, I’ve bent the corners of eight pages.
Somewhere on page 86 or so is a comment about growth. We move towards a dynamic life and away from living a static life when we allow our minds to consider how contrasting things in life share common features, rather than when we consider the differences between these same things.
Such things, for example could be . . . oh, I dunno . . farmland and water, straight lines and curves, shadows and fence rails, daughter, daughter, granddaughter.