{"id":5745,"date":"2013-01-14T09:57:51","date_gmt":"2013-01-14T17:57:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/?p=5745"},"modified":"2013-01-14T09:57:51","modified_gmt":"2013-01-14T17:57:51","slug":"rowing-into-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/2013\/01\/14\/rowing-into-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Rowing into Time"},"content":{"rendered":"

Still in the January, looking back, looking forward<\/em> mode, here’s a painting and a poem fitting for the season. The painting was made before the poem, without any “message” in mind. It’s one of a few painted in similar fashion, all still in San Francisco with Lisa Hoyt Art and Design<\/em>. The poem came later . . . as I was sitting in the back of a room full of creative types in Colorado Springs waiting to be introduced as their weekend speaker. I had the painting with me and ended up featuring it, reading the poem several times over the two days as it became “theme” for our time together. In all, it became evident, at least to me, that it’s only in looking back that we see most clearly. And even then, there’s filter, always a personal perspective. Still, it’s from looking back that we get our best hint of the future.<\/p>\n

Enjoy the painting, and the poem.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Boat Rower<\/em>,
\noil on canvas,
\n36×48<\/h6>\n

Rowing into Time<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Working some
\nSometimes hard
\nResting between pulls
\nSometimes gliding
\nMoving forward
\nLooking backward
\nSeeing . . . no, sensing . . . where I’m going
\nby where I’ve been.<\/p>\n

The occasional over-the-shoulder glance
\nis all I get about what might be coming.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile the rearward view
\nis satisfying,
\nalways growing . . .
\nAnd if I really look,
\nalways beautiful.<\/p>\n

But I wonder . . .
\nFor all my fatigue and planning
\nIs it me doing the work
\nOr is it the river?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

____________
\nNext: Back to Ecclesiastes–Money, the Answer to Everything<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A poem, says an old Chinese proverb, is a painting without paint; and a painting is a poem without words. Here’s one of each . . . that work together. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5745"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5745"}],"version-history":[{"count":34,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5745\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5782,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5745\/revisions\/5782"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}