I’ve taken all artwork off the walls in two rooms and enchanted with walls bright with fresh paint, I seem unwilling or unable to mar the clear and clean surface with choices of the past.  

Because mirrors and paintings are on the floor awaiting my decision, I see them differently, and come to this quote by D. H. Lawrence:

“It is a question, practically of relationship. We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe . . . . For the truth is, we are perishing for lack of fulfillment of our greater needs, we are cut off from the great sources of our inward nourishment and renewal, sources which flow eternally in the universe. Vitally the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.”

“We must plant ourselves again in the universe.”

I’m reminded of a baby’s rooting reflex, how a baby turns toward stimulus to suck. The Earth is here; she calls; she offers nourishment and support.