A little over a week ago I was sitting by a small lake, my feet in the cool water soaking in the extraordinary peacefulness that filled the air and touched my soul, silent but for the summer sounds of the birds singing all around us, the frogs and fish snatching insects on the waters surface, and the warm sun making it a summers dream.
That peacefulness soaked into me like dye into chalk.
A week later and this happened in the very place I had been;
I can’t imagine the horror of being in a fire like this, the tragedy of the loss, and the overwhelming powerlessness.
The almost total contrast is hard to reconcile, the violence and devastation is so far from that stillness of a week ago – it’s incredible, and reminded me again of some of the fire paintings in the Turner exhibition. He was obviously deeply moved by the Westminster fires, so eloquently and passionately rendered here that it becomes therapeutic, a way of digesting the experience…… “Since we’re creatures of infinite inner contradiction, art can help us be more whole not only by expanding our capacity for positive emotions but also by helping us to fully inhabit and metabolize the negative — and by doing so with dignity, and by reminding us “of the legitimate place of sorrow in a good life” ~ Maria Popova (www.brainpickings.org) from an article on ‘Art as Therapy’ by Alain de Botton.