Taking the time to connect

WRITER Virginia Woolf said the whole world was a piece of art and we were all parts of that work.

She also noted that religion had generally denied creativity its rightful place in the spiritual life and that art had therefore become a servant of the material world.

Art never was an elitist obscurity found only in concert halls, galleries and theatres.

It exists, in its most positive form, in the writing of a letter, rather than dashing off an email, to a loved one, in the making of a table, in conversing and making friendships, playing the clown, playing with water pistols with the kids, in taking time to connect.


5 thoughts on “Taking the time to connect

  1. Is art in this sense some method we try to perfect? The art of letter writing, of making your home a welcoming place, of raising happy children, etc.

    Yet we appreciate artless grace, artless simplicity, and so on, often more than artfulness.

    I think this is a bit beyond me.

    I think I’m confused


    • Someone once said a solitary ascetic is a symbol of the most cowardly egotism; a hermit who flees from his brothers instead of helping them to carry the burden of life, to work for others, and to put their shoulders to the wheel of social life, is a coward who hides himself when the battle is on, and goes to sleep drunk on an opiate.


      • I have to say I never really understood those orders that locked themselves away. What good is that?


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