Tuesday, July 15, 2008
...The dreams of childhood - its airy fables; its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond: so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown...
Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
~Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943
I have not been feeling well, my blood pressure has been high and I have been sick from the excessive heat and humidity. I have had to rest and take care of myself. I did two things to lift my mood. I bought Maddie's delightful photograph, and re-read The Little Prince. I feel so much better, art does heal. Tomorrow I will go to the Doctor so he can titrate my pills.
What heals you?