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<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Idle thoughts that cross one\u2019s mind as they sit and wait to do nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n I was brought up to believe that the devil would inhabit my mind, if I allowed my mind to do nothing. Not to mention my hands.<\/span><\/p>\n I treated the moments that I stole to MUSE as stealing a scoop of ice cream before I went to bed.<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of stolen moments\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\n I captured this photo of a stranger sitting in a park in Riverside California as I explored the grounds around that spectacular Benedict castle.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>NO WAIT ! That\u2019s my husband.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/Picture1.jpg” title_text=”Picture1″ align=”center” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”100%” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ fullwidth=”on” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_fullwidth_header title=”Father Time” subhead=”Where do Invitations to baptisms, graduations and weddings go? Where do fond memories of vacations go,Promotions at workWinning the lotteryAnd those other blissful moments in our lives.Where do they All go?They’re all lining the deep pockets of Father Time. – MP Roth” text_orientation=”center” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” title_font=”Rouge Script||||||||” title_font_size=”44px” background_color=”#444359″ global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_fullwidth_header][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” background_color=”#f9e5c7″ background_image=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/marjan-blan-_kUxT8WkoeY-unsplash-scaled.jpg” background_blend=”overlay” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row column_structure=”1_2,1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”85%” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/doing-nothing-copy.jpg” title_text=”doing nothing copy” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”100%” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”15px” header_3_font=”Akaya Kanadaka||||||||” header_3_font_size=”26px” header_4_font=”||||||||” custom_padding=”||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n The Croatian term\u00a0<\/span>fjaka<\/strong>\u00a0describes a particular state of mind and being. Originating from the Italian word fiacca, which means “doing nothing\u201d, fjaka takes on a unique sense, describing a state of deep relaxation.<\/span><\/p>\n It’s more than just laziness: It’s a surrender to the flow of time, characterized by a sense of peace. Fjaka encourages individuals to take the time to enjoy life and it is an apt description of the Mediterranean philosophy of embracing leisure and finding joy.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/Waldeinsamkeit-copy.jpg” title_text=”Waldeinsamkeit copy” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”15px” header_3_font=”Akaya Kanadaka||||||||” header_3_font_size=”26px” header_4_font=”||||||||” custom_padding=”||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n The German term waldeinsamkeit<\/strong> describes the peace experienced in the solitude of the woods. A union of wald (forest) and einsamkeit (solitude), this word combines the deep connection between individuals and nature.<\/span><\/p>\n It is a term that goes beyond mere solitude and embraces a profound sense of oneness with the woods, allowing for introspection and rejuvenation. Even more, waldeinsamkeit stands as a testament to the German affinity for this type of environment and the spiritual solace derived from the forest.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” background_color=”#f9e5c7″ background_image=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/marjan-blan-_kUxT8WkoeY-unsplash-scaled.jpg” background_blend=”overlay” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row column_structure=”1_2,1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_padding=”||4px|||” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”15px” header_3_font=”Akaya Kanadaka||||||||” header_3_font_size=”26px” custom_margin=”||-4px|||” custom_padding=”|0px||75px|false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n \n <\/span>When I look at the statue of David by Michaelangelo I see an artists perfection of turning cold stone into the personification of sinew and strength, a symbol of Renaissance perfection.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>I am moved to tears at viewing his Pieta; the statue of Christ cradled in the arms of Mary after being lifted off the cross.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>I saw it in person at the 1964 world\u2019s fair in New York\u2026. It was exhibited in it\u2019s own building and one had to stay in line for almost an hour to walk down a designated path to view it. You entered the building and could see the statue immediately but it took almost a half hour to file down through the theatrically darkened structure to get up close for your own personal viewing. That magnificent white cararra<\/span> <\/span>marble, lights strategically focused, showing off the two figures personifying grief.<\/span><\/p>\n \n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/mpatriciaroth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/Michalangelos-Pieta.png” title_text=”Michalangelo’s Pieta” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”95%” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_padding=”9px|||||” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.23.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”15px” header_3_font=”Akaya Kanadaka||||||||” header_3_font_size=”26px” custom_padding=”|0px||75px|false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n But from the minute I entered the viewing chamber and was able to see the statue my eyes were drawn to<\/span> <\/span>the skin under Christ\u2019s arm that was resting in Mary\u2019s embrace, that fold of skin seemed to pulsate, it looked alive and real to me, ready to awake; I was fixated on that one element of the unbelievable work of art that Micaelangelo had created.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>To me the objects of the Renaissance are shear artistic perfection.<\/span><\/p>\n The only present day piece of sculpture that has a similar effect on me is a statue of a mother and child by Henry Moore that I saw<\/span> <\/span>recently at an exhibit of at<\/span> <\/span>the NY Botanical Gardens .<\/span><\/p>\n His work is so uniquely different from the Renaissance master that you may find it hard to believe that both could move me, but Moore\u2019s work is profound.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>To me Michaelangelo is perfection\u2026 I think Moore is profound.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n To Me that\u2019s what great art is today, not what one would necessarily consider perfection\u2026 we have film and cameras that can do that today, but to me, the art of today should make you think, make you see something before your eyes in a different way.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" MusingsThis is what I perceive musings to be Idle thoughts that cross one\u2019s mind as they sit and wait to do nothing. 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It\u2019s not about the object, the object is just \u00a0a thing. It\u2019s the idea of the object or the memory that the object conjures up in Your mind that establishes its value.<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n