A new Monet
A new Gandhi
Starts like this: Today is
14th August 2030. The lightning is wide awake and menacing. There is no rain yet. A woman is in the distance. Shall we go closer to her? I know we are frightened and erratic but this looks like our only hope and is it a sign? The cracking of the lightning continues and I urge you to come with me as I know this woman has all the answers. Some of you turn around but others follow me.
I can read your thoughts and you mine. I am asking why you are here?
On this day we visit someone like Gandhi who lives on the
in Hawkesbury River and someone like Princess Diana who is in a $10/night hotel in Australia attending the reading of the Book of Joy. We visit someone like Leonardo da Vinci, a woman and a school teacher in India and someone like an IT Billionaire, the printer for Lamu, Kenya in Church of Christ Africa. Someone like Krishna lives somewhere and an aging Indian actress is in . Talking of their lives and distilling style and wisdom each character gives us a gift; philosophy, notes on how to live life, a system on how to be abundant, how financial markets work, mnemonics of holy texts and colourful recipes. New Monet in St Tropez takes us on a journey of light. New York
We also visit them as children.
Colour words describing things we know in different colours (single red, free orange, free yellow, red zeal, orange zebra, yellow zamindar, red stillness…….) echo on the right of the page like the dots in Monet’s art.
Between earth and the land of pink roses are many other compartments-one of angry sons, one of angry fathers , the one of loving and waiting fathers and another of grieving mothers. Also in one such compartment someone like the IT Billionaire is frozen with boredom. And it is a long walk to the top of the hill of New Gods.
Yes we are frightened but also in awe. New Kali bellows, flies us and walks us. Red rose petals fall gently on her.