Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I feel there is so much love in these few wordsi'm happy about
William these few words speak volumes of love.I also was thinking of my dad today in my posting...
Thank you, Laura. Thank you, too, Jan. Love, yes, and memory, and longing.
Music.I'm loving your haikus. Bravo.
Thanks, Ruth. Your “music” is music to my ears.
lieber William, es ist so mit wenig Worten verbunden, aber die alles umfassen und nur deine Gedanken, die du fühlst in Erinnerung an deinen Vater aber die Gedanken, die jeden Tag uns begleiten,und es werden immer mehr... und ich denke es sind die kleinen Fragen, die uns an das zu Hause,an Vater und Mutter, Heimat erinnern lassen und wo man eine Antwort sucht,eine Antwort, die niemand mehr geben kann,in lieben Gedanken Jasmin...
Beautiful, amigo. A salute to all who live in the imaginal....
Painted a little fig today - listening to a little pillow-feather...lovely synchronicity!
Thanks for this fine little one filled with so much imagination, William.
Jasmin, thank you for seeing (and feeling) so much in these few words.Joe, you always arrive with good thoughts.Rudhi, I went to see your Harvest Moon — you have a feather-light touch.Vassilis, you’re welcome. Thanks for having an imagination.
One of the most interesting and useless bits of information I picked up has been the fact that in our brains, the sense of smell is linked closest to, not another sense, but actually our memory. Or something like that. The result being that we have a hard time finding words to describe smells, instead we say "It reminds me of.....". Love it. :)
Thanks, Katie. Interesting, yes; useless, no. I can’t count the times I’ve been paralyzed by the arrival of a scent I could only identify through some buried memory. It’s almost as if the memory calls the scent into being.
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