The Moon Resonates– At West End Gallery
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras
With the calm of a tree…
That says it all for me.
I look forward to the night now in a way that I never did when I was younger. It’s much like the passage above from the memoir of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. That time when day is done and tasks are either complete or set aside.
Time to clear the mind and regroup– to reassemble my fragmentary self and prepare for the mental reorganization that comes in dreaming.
And all with the calm of a tree.
I can’t imagine that having any appeal for me as a young person who restlessly wanted to get to the next thing quickly. However, I now look forward to the end of each day. It feels right. Grounded– like the roots of that same calm tree.
And that’s good enough for me.
And to tie thing up neatly, here’s a longtime favorite Leonard Cohen song, Night Comes On.
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