Monday, April 19, 2010

Some Questions and a Creative Writing piece

While in Portugal, some questions came to mind:

Why so we build parks to but up gates and lock people out?

Why do we go to church only to leave with judgment?

A Creative Writing Piece:

While I was walking through the castle alleys in Lisbon, Portugal, I walked passed a lady looking out her window. I wanted to take a picture, but felt that would be too intrusive. Instead, I took a mental image, and wrote about it later. Here it is:

She is looking out the burnt pink window of her home. Staring at nothing but the blank wall in front of her. There is no personality or meaning to the white wall that stares back at her. The wall is a canvas. It is whatever she imagines it to be; a story she tells to her grandchildren or of a mental picture she took long ago coming to life. Imagination is alive in her thoughts and wandering glance.  The lines and wrinkles on her face are beautiful and full of wisdom. It is possible that she has watched passing locals and tourists her whole life from this very same window.
    A green birdcage hangs the balcony above. A white bird whistles the thoughts, prayers, desires, dreams, fears, and hopes of the woman who does not speak. She has made a home in this space. It is alive with personality and the aroma of fresh herbs are emerging from the window and filling the shaded alley. The bird and grandmother have been together for years. No one knows how long. They are observing in silence. There is something to be found in the noise and rush of life, but in silence, there is peace. She has found this.


Some more writings coming later. Love and peace - 
JP Popovich

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