icons

December 12, 2019

As I stare at the bottles of red wine we purchased almost a year ago, I‘m reminded of the fantastic day we spent in Sonoma Valley with our children discovering its wonderful vineyards.

I find it somewhat odd when we spend that sort of money on things we’ll mostly give to others as gifts or likely won’t use for a very long time.

But, when you experience such a wonderful day — a day beyond imagining — it’s momentous and natural to wish it wouldn’t end. That day in particular reminds me of how little children love being thrown up in the air or pushed on a playground swing over and over — they’ll shout, “do it again!” until the parent is worn out, because they want to repeat that apogee of freedom, that briefest moment of release from banality, over-and-over.

I think this could be why icons of memories of these moments matter. Photos or paintings or statues or figurines or yet to be emptied bottles of wine. They all matter.

Icons matter because they remind us of what liberation feels like.

~ Scott Kinnaird

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