Friday, August 19, 2011
What is it about the passage of time that makes things so beautiful?
As if, in its newness, a thing is still separate from the world.
The material world needs history, a narrative to give it life.
We breathe spirit into it, as we age and mellow together.
I was at the cottage yesterday watching the men at work, and I realised that we have erased that patina with the new.
The bright, clean rooms await us.
How long does it take to bring the story home again...