The sun is shining and so I enjoyed breakfast outside with the soft morning sun and yet the display and array of clouds these last few weeks has been a gift. I savored the first cherries of the season. Yum!
Yesterday I visited the Legion of Honor and was the first one in and the only visitor for quite awhile. People line up for the exhibits so between exhibits is a peaceful time to go. I watched the creation of an indoor French garden for the upcoming French impressionist exhibit. I sipped a cafe au lait while listening to French songs. I could have been in France, so it was my wee visit across the ocean.
For some reason I was attracted to the Rodin's. The lights were off when I first entered the hall so I saw them in the dark and then with the shadowed play of light which brings out the bronze. First I stood outside with The Thinker, so massive in thought and so real. I felt a mind-meld of heaviness, of gravity. Often when I go to the museum it is because the insanity of politics has gotten to me and I need to stand in a building that common sense and community have united to build. I realized yesterday that I often go when I'm "down" but yesterday I was "up," and so again my mood was altered as I gazed up at the words, "Honore et Patria," and looked at statues lamenting war, lost love and the furrows that honor our face with age.
I brought a book with me to read in the cafe and opened The Way of Hermes, New Translations of The Corpus Hermeticum and The Definitions of Hermes Trismegistus to Asclepius. I recommend the book though I didn't get far caught on these words of Shelley:
That Light whose smile kindles the universe,
That Beauty in which all things work and move,
That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse
Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love
Which, through the web of being blindly wove
By man and beast and earth and air and sea,
Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of
The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me,
Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
- Shelley, Adonais