Journey of Wandering Paths ~
a non-linear trip through art, time and dreams
Our trip begins here. If you reach a page with no further links, you can begin at the beginning again and take different paths. But the trip never ends, because anyone who can dream is never without a place to journey.
Follow any link that strikes your fancy, and see where it takes you. It doesn't matter where you end up. Enjoyment will be found along the path. (But for those who want to see everything, you may scroll down for a list of all pages.)
Let's begin with this: it was written by an aged husband to his young wife in Paris in the 1390s. In the Middle Ages, a person was almost always bound into the circumstances of his or her birth. For so many, they either travelled on the wings of their imagination and dreams, or they did not travel at all. The breadth and perseverance of the human mind and spirit are astonishing.
"Gardeners say that the seed of rosemary never grows in French soil, but if you pull off some little branches of rosemary, strip them down toward the base, hold them by the tips, and plant them, they will grow again. If you want to send rosemary branches a long distance, wrap them in waxed cloth, sew them up, anoint the outside with honey, dust them with wheat flour, and send them where you will."
|| This page is the beginning ||
I recommend following the links in the text above,
but for those who want to see everything, I have included a
|| List of all pages ||
While much of the material on these pages is borrowed, other material is original.
In any case, copyright of the page design belongs to Sheryl Todd. Visit her Homepage.