Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Feathers

I'm determined to push through my reluctance about this blog. There's something very scary about seeing my words out there. Images are okay to expose. They are open to interpretation. but words...they are much too revealing.
I remember a story one of my nuns told in grammar school.
There was once an old woman who was a town gossip. She recounted all of the comings and goings of the village. One day she said something she wished that she hadn't. Don't remember the details. Something bad.
Anyway she tried to take it back. She told her confession to the town priest on a Saturday night. He told her that she could never take back words. It was like a washerwoman who shook her down pillows out the window to clean. The pillows broke the seam from the shaking. The feathers flew on the winds everywhere. She could never retrieve every feather. It was impossible.
Words are like that. You can never chase them down. Like feathers.
They pin the idea securely in place. Can never recant them.
Art is open to projection. Its more about you than me. Less revealing than words.
Excuse my spelling.

4 comments:

Janine said...

I love these 2 tales of caution......looking forward to keeping track of your blog
Janine

Deborah said...

I'm loving that you "write" on your blog! I'm still quite timid about that... maybe I'll give it a try...gulp.

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