We all Make choices…it is your life, Remember~
“The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day,
the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.” ~Arnold Bennett
Commissioned as an illustration for a book on the fables of Ficino. The specific fable was about Ficino’s belief that power should never be given without Wisdom, or if given it would not hold sway for long.
Marsilio Ficino, a 15th century philosopher said that the soul exists partly in time and partly in eternity, and both sides need attention. We give plenty of attention to those aspects of ourselves that exist in time, but the soul needs to maintain a relationship with eternal issues as well as temporal ones. One of the primary purposes of the arts is to arrest us. A piece of music, a painting, can lift us off the treadmill of our functional daily lives and give us a glimpse of eternity.
Michael Wilkinson’s art portrays all that is magnificent and beautiful in the human spirit, using the medium to show us the possibilities in life and the potentialities within ourselves.
The “Singing Ringing Tree” is the name of this musical sculpture. When the wind blows it swirls around and through making new chords. Designed by architects Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu. In the Pennines in Lancashire, England.
If you wish to learn more about the Ringing Tree tonkin liu
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself
~ John Muir