2 thoughts on “Van Gogh, Madame Roulin Rocking the Cradle

  1. Labour is blossoming or dancing where
    The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
    Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
    Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
    O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
    Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
    O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
    How can we know the dancer from the dance?

    W. B. Yeats

    “Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.”
 —Isaac Asimov

    “How to remain openhearted after brokenhearted? To retain the memory of love’s sweetness without letting the pain of parting and loss embitter it is perhaps the greatest challenge for the bereaved heart, and its greatest achievement”.—Maria Popova

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    • I checked Wikipedia to remind myself about the origin of the name Cecelia. Old Roman, it seems, and associated with her patronage of music, but also with additional characteristics according to some other sources. Your comment is connected by WordPress as responsive to the painting of Madame Roulin. Anyway, I find your comment both intriguing and touching. Unsettling, too. Many thanks for all three quotations.

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