Mabel’s Lights
April 22, 2007 by QuoinMonkey
-Mabel’s Lights, Mabel Dodge Luhan House, Taos, New Mexico, February 2007, photo by QuoinMonkey, from the Wake Up series, all rights reserved
For all the writers who are meeting soon to write, read, listen, and keep the connections going. Here’s to community.
Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
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This is one of those lovely photos that I could look at over and over. It evokes an immediate desire to stop, be still, be present.
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This is a good time for light, for contemplation.
Thanks.
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Beautiful photo. I see a man’s eyebrow and eye, his left facing me, in the right sconce. And in the sconce to the left, what looks like an xrayed Chihuahua dog with big eye sockets and small ears.
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Thank you for your comments. I really appreciate them. Especially, that the image evokes a stillness & contemplation.
ybonesy, amazingly, I can see the Chihauhau! The man’s eyebrow and eye are lost to me. They must be a message only for you.
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The iron, the old fashioned shades, the ceiling’s structure- I just gaze and find how easy I am transported back. We share that incredible space whenever we are there with Mable, Tony, D. H. Lawerence and others, sitting there on the sofa, the white snow outside, the fire flickering in the fireplace, the feeling of community. Some wonderful things don’t change. How neat the photo is.
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Hi sudy,
So great to hear from you. Thank you so much for your comment. It feels good to be able to stay connected to people through this medium, to all the writers I’ve sat with in silence – and we do write our hearts out. Remember the log cabin in December? Heaven.
You are right – some wonderful things don’t change. Sometimes that can take me a long way. Today is one of those days. When you described the room in your comment, it transported me back there. I can feel the kiva fire and maybe a dusting of Mabel passing through.
Thanks for stopping by red Ravine. And for commenting. I hope you’ll keep visiting us here. I imagine things are blooming in your neck of the woods? Dogwood? Cherry?
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[…] felt the ghost of Mabel Dodge Luhan. She walks the adobe halls of the house at night, creaking on the steps leading down into her bedroom. It was pitch black the night of her visit. […]
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[…] will be long nights under Mabel’s lights and slow walks into Taos. Some will walk the morada, visit the graves of Mabel and Frieda, soak up […]
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Mabel, Happy Birthday! Your light is still shining bright!
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