Back to the garden…
A few years back (2018) we visited Tremenheere Gardens on a trip to the homeland. I made a few notes here: Conversation with constructions
We visited West Cornwall again this week…
As I mentioned before, trips back to Corny ignite archived memories. It’s not always a healthy thing to reminisce… Perhaps nostalgia is about the comfort of familiar patterns and routines…
A vacation (to vacate, Latin vacare ‘be unoccupied’), back to nostalgia (Greek nostos ‘return home’ + algos ‘pain’). A break can expose cleft and contrast between our current routines and the echoes of formative structures.
Patterns are what we all seek. Patterns in language, entertainment, relationship, habit… It’s what keeps us sane.
Some of us struggle to acknowledge or subscribe to our cultures’ patterns. I wonder if that’s why nature is so inspiring or captivating to some?
Nature’s patterns often outshine the structures that humanity constructs.
As I said before, interaction with our natural wild world often surpasses the framed human constructions we create.
The camouflage of routine is broken by movement.
Personally I find comfort and excitement in the curves and circles of the natural. There is a joy, play and celebration in nature, it is filled with the beauty of other colours beyond the shiny yellow of happiness. Lines create a fabric, a safe textured structure. Curves created movement. Movement breaks shapes and makes new marks. Curves grow.
As the B-side of Joni Mitchell’s ‘Big Yellow Taxi‘ spinning disc plays …
“We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden”
Postscript:
Vex not thy spirit at the course of things; they heed not thy vexation…
Marcus Aurelius
Jules P Richards 