I wonder if lines can teach me anything.  My small mind says “No” … but I do have another mind.

Long ago someone told me about “senior”, and she or he wasn’t talking about old people.  Let’s say I look at my morning and see two possibilities for how I’ll fill the afternoon.  They’re both good.  But one is senior to the other.  It’s the one which quivers my soul, which feels most like home.  “Go down that path.”

And so we have lines …

Here’s one arrangement:

I prefer curves to straights, the organic to the man-made.  To meander rather than sprint.  Yes, I still need to accomplish the tasks of the day … but there is more.

I figure we all have curves inside, pointing to vastness, connection, peace.  But can they breathe?  Do they see the light of day?  Is there release or compression?

And now another configuration:

I like this one better