“Ughhhhh!” Thalia yawns and adds metallic marker squiggles to their practice. “Boooooo-rihng!”
Nia nods her agreement and puts the watercolor book back on the shelf.
“No map then?” Calliope embraces her rebel souls. “We’re… professional amateurs! Showing up every day… making it our own.”
There’s no map for you to follow and take your journey.
You are Lewis and Clark.
You are the mapmaker.
~Phillipa Soo
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul?
Man is a great depth, o Lord.
The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
~Saint Augustine
A note from LoveLetterist:
Last Friday I joined an online painting class
and
closed the connection
in the first 10 minutes.
I guess
my heart
is unwilling to give up
the
adventure of painting
to somebody
else's
map.
A fab post indeed, LoveLetterist! From the painting, with the metallic curly cues to the message itself, I feel your joy! Your musical choice offers an exclamation point! 😉
Has the barometric pressure dropped suddenly? Tal and Nią are as asynchronous with the Studio’s energy as I can ever remember before. Cal to the rescue. The others now? Napping? Toasting marshmallows in the fireplace? 🤭
Phillipa Soo was never on my radar. She is now! Gobsmacked I am!
I’ve read Biblical references about God knowing the number of hairs on our heads. (If I am in my shedding phase as part of my life course, does he use an abacus or something more akin to “Watson.” IBM) Saint Augustine’s remark seems to suggest that some of our unique makeup - our feeling, the movement of our heart - are uncountable.
Fading color hues to infinite movements of our hearts. Such an inspiring post!