‘No. You’re forgetting,’ said the Spirit. ‘That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light.’
I haven't read C.S Lewis's The Great Divorce, but somewhere, some time over the last couple of weeks I found this quote and it has been flitting around in my mind, making my heart and brain tingle . I wanted to write it down here because without ever really knowing how or why, the things that flit around my mind making my heart and brain tingle tend to fall out of it and be completely forgotten. I can't help but feel life would be richer if I could just remember the things that move me.
*watercolour by William Turner, c 1830