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November 2009 
If you had to found a museum, what would it be about?
Posted on Oct 30th, 2009
by 
tinkonthebrink
tinkonthebrink
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for October 30, 2009:
Sticks and rocks and bits of dirt. Lost objects, found objects, battered seashells, torn clothing. Trees with funny shapes. Weeds. Sounds of thunder and wind blowing hard through leaves and rain falling. The sound of kittens purring and that way that hounds kind of talk-bark themselves into a good howl. Grey hairs and soft skin and lips. I want a museum dedicated to juicy warm lips. And hands, ones with spidery long fingers and little short plump ones and some with wrinkles and all with warmth, hands that do massages and piano playing and hands playing guitars and hand drums and knitting...maybe that's it, a museum dedicated to hands. Or maybe it's eyes - looking into them, looking out of them, batting eyelashes over them, all the different colors of them, the tears that come out of them, maybe it should be a museum dedicated to eyes. No, I think it really is about the sticks and the rocks and the bits of dirt. And the ability to see them and love them. That's what it is.
Access: Public
How about a museum of Gaians? I'd like a whole room dedicated to the grand life of Tink – with vitrines filled with Tink-arcana, and corners stuffed with painted bathtubs and beds where the entire household sleeps (dogs and cats and humans), and at least three or four video stations showing the inner workings of Tink-mind. Oh, and an audio guide of Tink reading her Gaia posts.
oh, that's a good idea, DiamondLil!
Juicy lips and shiny things and please could there be music too,and I bat my eyelashes still and sometimes I can rub a stone for ages the smooth cool feel of this earth. I would come to your museum as if it were a pilgrimage to Mecca,and would wear a gown,like when we walked early early saturday morning dressed to the nines after a night that was too short,and too intense as if never to repeat,and stopped for coffee and fresh hot bagels so hot they were gummy,poppy seeds scattering all over our skin and lips and hands
I adore museums find myself alone in them often,not as impressed as I was at 18 but have found that life can be a museum people's homes with the shrines and the biblos,and the films,oh Jeannie today's question inspires me,your answer even more
This sounds like my kind of place. Just go and experience all of Her Glory.
All of that… hands like sticks and roots and bits of rocks and eyes like to see them.
I want to get a season pass for your museum Jeannie, stroll around for hours on end, seeing, touching, listening & loving all these gorgoeus bits & pieces, fragments of what this wondrous life has to offer.
thank you, dwelling on your words snapped me out of a mind that's been to busy of late & back into the present moment where magic is up for grabs.
“where magic is up for grabs” … oh, i luv it!
i'm coming back to read this again tomorrow!! and then I'll comment properly.
xxxxxxoo.
~d
I think I would always prefer comments that are improper.