I want to be in Paris in the thirties
in a coffee house with painters and poets
Like Laurel Canyon sixties songs
the music echoes all day and night
The morning rain showers, the afternoon sun
Warm canvases of yellows and melons horizons
The evening light of the Eiffel Tower glitters
The night is showered with city sights
I want to be in Paris in the thirties
And write the poetry that rattles in my head
Like a song on an old phonograph
I am dancing in the shadows until morning takes flight
Jill Autrey Dorman 
I think all of us long for beauty, simplicity, joy, less complication. Even creation moans for when earth is again fully united with heaven, when we actually “get ourselves back to the Garden”. Some of these longings are in stark contrast to “what is”. And we live in this tension between “what is” and “what will be”. This place of tension is not a comfortable place, so we are tempted to look for escapes in our longings, hopes, wishful thinking. It’s not comfortable because currently beauty exists with ugliness, and it is mankind’s fault – this ugliness. Even to confess it does not eradicate it from us.
So to be true to our humanity we each need to embrace the gray of the middle, the tension between “what is” and “what will be”. We should hope for more beauty, more of “what will be”. We should long for more of the joyous over the painful. We should even endeavor to extend more beauty into our world, especially in the dark places. May the Spirit anoint the Bride to do so, even as he graces us to repent of our own darkness.
More joy, color, and beauty be yours Jill, as you write more beauty toward “what will be”. -D
I have been enjoying some nostAlgia lately, all the while knowing it is more often than not a distortion. It helps me write sometime
No criticism from me. I love the focus on both beauty and reality in your writing.
I didn’t think you were criticising😀😀