We are told quite often that we must become our own person. That singular
individual that only we may become. But what of those days when we simply
don’t wish to be alone? Does that wish somehow diminish the tone of the individual
we seek to be? Does it somehow tarnish the wholeness of that one who stands alone?
My response would be an emphatic No. But how to show and share that answer begs
another question, probably far more than one. Each of us carries a ton of knowing.
Each a bit different from another. And what you know may be the answer for which I seek.
But neither of us will ever know unless we come together, to speak with one another.
To tell our story of where we have been and what happened. Our story is the very
elixir for which someone else is searching. Turning pages, perhaps even miles,
seeking that thing that might make this constant churning easier. Might
even bring a breeze of easement to our own life’s journey.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/21/2021
Note: Another digital painting put through the kaleidoscope app. One piece alone is simply there and might lack meaning, but when all those pieces come together, they create a more than pleasing pattern that the eye will be drawn toward and perhaps even find a certain pleasure in it, if only for the moment.