I am writing this with Ben and Ben’s Leaves on my head, making my right brain work 😉 This song urges me to sit over and sew words again. This time not to write a poem or a prose, but a simple entry on my journal (rather a review of their song ? ) It just sounds so soulful to me. The lyrics and melody. Everything.
I am always amazed how art in its various forms could touch lives and awaken emotions. It is something really magical.
Talking about the “bareness of trees” , I will pin here some of my random photos of twiggy trees, in which I have this fondness capturing them. I have this favorite stop-over whenever I’m on my way home wherein there is a particular bare tree standing firm. (One of my bestfriends can attest to that.) I was once asked why I love to make it as a subject of photography, I just answered , ” It speaks about independence to me.”
Twigs are branches left by its leaves but despite of it, they endure and stay where they are put in place. Connected branches, hopeful of the growth in the future, they could look up to the skies as if proud of their existence. It is aesthetically raw and imperfect, so as we — humans. We may have some twiggy moments ( I call them ) — whenever we tend to become the branches alone. When the leaves fall one by one, we are sometimes afraid that people will see the unfiltered and boring side of ourselves. Those leaves may symbolize the good things and memories that we cherish, attached into and adore. We peel off as trees to make a way of new leaves to sprout , and when we are watered with faith and love, then we bloom as we are all meant to be.
words on the images are from Ben&Ben’s Leaves