the protection of beauty
Some days I strive to remember that the world is generally populated with good people. The small unpleasantries that strangers sometimes inflict upon each other as they share a moment or a pathway ... the commonplace cruelties ... when I see this or have it happen to me, I am left shaken and reluctant to go out amongst people again. At these times, I try to fill my mind with images I have gathered of flowers, country lanes, gentle afternoons - which is why I often spend part of a morning browsing and archiving images. It helps to have beautiful imagery fresh in my imagination so I can use it like a shawl, or a wide-brimmed hat draped with chiffon or lace, when going out. Not a shield, but a softener.
I was delighted to find this book yesterday for a very low price. Afterwards, I sat in a tea house hugging it and every now and then smelling its old and dusty pages. I have Edith's visual diary, of course, and also the enchanting video series about her life, but I did not know her artistic work was so diverse. I will be rummaging through this book for weeks to come.
Where I live, there is not much scope for imagination, and I can find myself wilting, and also struggling to create. When this happens, I read books like those by Edith Holden, or LM Montgomery, and dream myself away. We need more books of wholehearted, lush-flowering beauty, don't you think?
This world seems very masculine to me. I know there are men who make lovely gardens and gentle art, but I'm talking about masculine energy. Even our woman-centred movies hold that energy - for example, Wonder Woman. Even some feminist neo-religions can be quite masculine in their monotheistic, active-power viewpoint. I would love to see a feminising of the world, without people fearing that it equates to a weakening. Not all the world all the time, but a balancing. Until then, I shall dream of roses and meadows and peace.