I’ve grown quiet of late. Contentedly so. 

  Living in a northern climate winter was slow to arrive, but now has settled in. In the past people would hunker down through the darkest, coldest months, trading tales and reflecting upon Life. Nowadays they watch movies and sports, waiting for the ski hills and forest trails to open. 

  Between walks I catch up on some reading, revisit old favourites, Durant, Campbell, and Elie Faure. Everything we are, feel, do, and experience have their roots in the past. 

  Everything. 

  I have been content to let the blog languish for a while, indifferent to the ‘likes’ and periodic ‘subscribes’, but I just came upon a quote I had to share. It touched me in my quiet peaceful solitude. 

  “It is this that gives to those who arise here and there, to hold up the columns of the temple with their titanic effort, the appearance of being in radical opposition to their surroundings. They seem ill adapted to the society in which they are because they have within them the grand rhythm—invisible to the blind multitudes—of the adaptations to come. They broke dead rhythms to create new rhythms. They are the more solitary the higher they rise and the more complex, universal, permanent, and profound, are the elements of life that are brought into activity by the symphonies which they hear in the silence of their hearts.” —Elie Faure, The History Of Art, Renaissance Art.

  Ah Faure, you warm fire on a cold blustery day!