Gérard de Lairesse: Allegory of the Five Senses (1668)
Memories, are they sentimental nonsense or the review of our personal history for insight to our lives well lived?
The contradiction between things and ideas. Images in art and colors in the home creates how we see ourselves and the impression we give to others. We collect objects from a feeling that is primordial.
How are memories stimulated? I’m guessing, mainly thru the senses. Sight is prominent. We use photos today for the practical, the leak in the basement for the plumber to come, to being able to remember a sweet moment, like a walk in the park.
It has been known how smell instigates hunger or nausea. The remembrance of that special person, we worshipped. A mothers breath is a beginning of feeling secure as is the breast with the nourishment of comfort.
To hear the tone of a fathers voice is an indication of protection, at times, a warning. Aging brings the cacophony of decimals to an awareness of agitation but also reminds us of the glory of the music we shared with the fun times of youth, when the golden oldies are played.
To taste a magnificent dollop of chocolate or the blend of garlic and onions is a way to enhance the delights of dining and a memory of a special experience.
When we touch a person or animal that is coming into our space, is to connect to the subtle electricity of feelings. Velvet and feathers remind us of pleasant sensations. Too close to the fire brings a respect for the hearth.
There is a new service the internet provides, a robot that will repeat alternative ways of ruminating on thoughts that are out of whack. Kind of like “is the glass half empty or half full?”
Have a look at the article here.
The ancient ideas of creating stories about the stars and the repetition of mantras, or prayers are meant for slowing the mischievous brain. To remind us of gentleness and the morality of our lives. Watching the horrors of the news provide an energy to fight the perceived wrongs. Or fury of a forced escalation of drama. Nursery rhymes have a chemistry that is a reminder of how we can believe in the brightness of the spirit.
The contradiction between things and ideas. Images in art and colors in the home creates how we see ourselves and the impression we give to others. We collect objects from a feeling that is primordial.
How are memories stimulated? I’m guessing, mainly thru the senses. Sight is prominent. We use photos today for the practical, the leak in the basement for the plumber to come, to being able to remember a sweet moment, like a walk in the park.
It has been known how smell instigates hunger or nausea. The remembrance of that special person, we worshipped. A mothers breath is a beginning of feeling secure as is the breast with the nourishment of comfort.
To hear the tone of a fathers voice is an indication of protection, at times, a warning. Aging brings the cacophony of decimals to an awareness of agitation but also reminds us of the glory of the music we shared with the fun times of youth, when the golden oldies are played.
To taste a magnificent dollop of chocolate or the blend of garlic and onions is a way to enhance the delights of dining and a memory of a special experience.
When we touch a person or animal that is coming into our space, is to connect to the subtle electricity of feelings. Velvet and feathers remind us of pleasant sensations. Too close to the fire brings a respect for the hearth.
There is a new service the internet provides, a robot that will repeat alternative ways of ruminating on thoughts that are out of whack. Kind of like “is the glass half empty or half full?”
Have a look at the article here.
The ancient ideas of creating stories about the stars and the repetition of mantras, or prayers are meant for slowing the mischievous brain. To remind us of gentleness and the morality of our lives. Watching the horrors of the news provide an energy to fight the perceived wrongs. Or fury of a forced escalation of drama. Nursery rhymes have a chemistry that is a reminder of how we can believe in the brightness of the spirit.
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