My moments of memory are punctuated by art. There are so many times in my life I see more clearly with the background of music or the colors and feelings of a painting. While looking back for small moment stories to share here I find feelings and images more quickly with art as a catalyst. More writing takes place in the presence of music. The joy shared in the car with my children becomes more cememted in my brain with the seasonal playlist created by my youngest. Instead of letting it be a coincidence, what if I brought it more into the forefront? What a wonderful inquiry for spring! Thinking about the possibility of it brings me joy and hope.
Art, the unspoken translator