Walking is a way to see the world through stories. Every street and road holds narratives created by those who have traveled the path. Memories live within locations, in walls, windows, doors, archways. As I walk, I add my own chapter by imagining the laughter, conversations, events that occurred over the years.
A blogger friend asked me if I knew the origin of “if these walls could talk.” I have found the meaning – that something happened in the room or building, but the details are blurred and we must use our imaginations to interpret the unknowns. Alas, I have not uncovered the beginnings of the phrase that has been used over the years and is captured in books, movies and everyday speech. The search continues.
This past week, I retraced my steps to a street where the 2019 Vancouver Mural Festival transformed buildings into stories. Twenty-five new murals came into being last summer. Tonight, my Sunday Evening Reflection will feature a mural of a young woman, created by William Liao.
Last year, this street was alive with laughter and celebration. This year there is solitude. And yet, as I viewed the mural, there came to me a confirmation that this time will pass. Good things will come. This is a time for reflection and an inner journey.
William Liao did not give us markings or signs that tell us this young woman’s story. We are left to create it ourselves. He gave us freedom to enter his world and participate. Come, join me and imagine the possibilities.