Bowing to that light.Īll of those artists painted angels, or found angels, and who‘s to say they didn‘t see or feel them? For me, it wasn‘t a question of belief in angels, but it was about a willingness to see what is there, and to witness the world with a deeper awareness. Acknowledging the light in another being. The acknowledgment of beauty of another human being, the strength and endurance. And some of what‘s happening in the image continues to speak to me. The angel bows to Mary and announces her fate. If one of the people in the conversation were to faint or to cry, for example, it would be up to the other person to act. In that moment we are each responsible for the other. Is every conversation a type of annunciation? Each person is an angel giving the other person, who is also an angel, a message. The way we come to a conversation matters. Or, alternatively, how they circle around things, how they attempt to conceal, or how they fail to express what they mean to convey. I want to know what characters are thinking and how they attempt to speak what‘s in their soul, honestly and simply. This is what I tell myself, and I think about what a good, sweet word is “okay.” I also learned it was impossible to rush through this book, because I kept stopping to savour the language and the ideas.Įverything will be okay. I learned that angels eat Fruit Loops and whipped cream. I learned that the word angel comes from the word for messenger. Later, Alan Watts is quoted on the distinction between belief and faith. Before the first page, its philosophical and experimental bent is revealed by the epigraphs, which are by the likes of Clarice Lispector, Hélène Cixous, and Rainer Maria Rilke. Within it, six women have conversations and contemplations about art, and about how best to live. Read this compassionate novel by multitalented Edmonton poet and photographer Shawna Lemay.
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