” I Know A Place”Sometimes when I am lost I fall into a kind of trance and as if sleepwalking find myself unconsciously falling toward a place known by few though by some. Its architecture begins long before I get there, for it transcends the physical. Though I go alone, I always carry some one with me perhaps an imaginary friend and wear a silent, contained smile as if to say, “I know a place.” It was conceived by no grown up but by a dearer creature and was designed to vail the brashness that lay outside it. It has no exterior though it has a lovely face for those who might not understand and an almost apologetic one for those who do. It is built of compassion and so, made to endure. Anything new to enter is quick to have a healthy coating of a life rubbed over it to cloak and protect it from any one occurrence that might make itself known and appear forever too important. It is here I am safe and here I am clever and here I am known and here I cannot stay too long. I know a place whose beauty is incidental for it is more a piece of understanding and in every morsel a lesson in survival, and it will last. I know a place that is infinitely complex and at once simple. It knows more than me for it leaves me clues. And in its fog there is familiarity and clarity. I have always known it. I know a place and it is you.
Home ~ Even though it resonates with nearly everyone ~
there are many who can feel it, some who can visualize it, yet,
there are very, very few who can articulate it. Bobby just happens
to be one of those exclusive few who can. And, he continuously
tries to help each and all of us understand what our senses are
trying to convey.
Stay tuned for the follow up post that highlights this facinating evening.
All my Bests,