I love quotes.
Listen hard for them in everyday speech. Find them on the pages of dialogue between friends —
And yes — even strangers.
In books. On the screen. Floating in the air.
Jotted in shorthand on post-its and stuck on the wall facing me at my desk. Copied and pasted from the screen and carefully tucked away for a rainy day. Scribbled on the fly in my battered composition book — dare I confess —
Even while I’m driving.
Oh god, I’m sounding like some kind of addict —
Or, god forbid — hoarder —
But really, it’s more like a beautiful obsession. One that helps me make sense of the world —
And steady myself on the tight rope that is life.
Today — feeling a tad melan-choly — leaving-a-close-friend-after-a-nice-long-visit-choly —
I cozy up with one of my favorite quotes.
By Paul Gardner, it goes like this:
“A painting is never finished — it simply stops in interesting places.”
And since I also just “never finished” my first watercolor painting — featuring my favorite concrete expression of man’s enduring capacity to nurture and protect who and what he loves —
You guessed it —
A barn —
I am even more fond of it today.
Yes, after a prolonged period of waiting, it’s time to part with the way it has been — and that comes with both hesitation and slightly overcast skies.
Still — I move forward taking comfort in the knowledge that the last stroke always leaves something interesting —
And like a well-worn t-shirt under a new suit —
It’s next to my skin —
And never far from my heart.