the call of our past


A Poem of Origins

enter the tunnel
this cave of origins
this passageway
of dreams
going through…
the narrowing…
into the light knowing
our origins
and our evolving

-James B. Harrod, OriginsNet

I wrote about this fascinating site back in February. At that time I had copied this poem into my little notebook of quotes and interesting ephemera, and came across it again this morning. I just had to share it with you today, as I keep thinking about my deep fascination for my own origins, of the origins of the Finno-Ugrics, and of all humans. I’m understanding more and more that this is at the very root of my fascination and passion for the traces left behind by these early people on rocks and cave walls, in their sculptures, standing stones, dolmens, pottery, jewelry and so on. And this passion naturally translates into my own art work.

Aligning with these thoughts of mine, I also enjoyed Harrod’s notes about the meanings behind this search for origins, such as this one:

“Origins” means the fons et origo, the fountain, the source, the waters of life, the depths, the springs of the creative process, our religious, spiritual and creative imagination, both collective and individual and in all living beings.

April 20, 2007 in Anthropology, Being an Artist, Rock Art & Archaeology by Marja-Leena