(This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund)
I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so she’d do what she needed to do.
So later, as I was driving my daughters to their friends house, I related how I’d seen the egret this morning and how I’d thought,
“An egret! What a beautiful Bird! Like the great prehistoric creatures of the past! How lucky I am to see one! Fly on!” I watched its white lean body fly across the sky with purpose and power…
I was in such awe!
After a very brief pause, my artistic daughter said, “I wish I saw the world the way a poet does…”
I said, “But you’re an artist! We’re somewhat the same~”
And she said, “No. It’s quite different.”
I’m surprised. I’ve been trying all day to figure out how artists see things…
(Update: Because of interest: I asked my daughter to explain, which she does in my next post “Difference Between an Artist and a Poet…”)