Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Nature of Things
It was cold and drizzly and some folks in the state woke to snow. My trusty Sue-Baru would get us to Bangor (running some errands) and then to the Augusta area to visit with my dear aunt. This trip was long over-do and I was able to catch up on the welfare of all my cousins who have been lost in the decades of adulthood. Photos along with my aunt's commentary provided me with a glimpse of their lives with children and grandchildren since my younger wild days of chasing my boy cousins for hugs and kisses.
Later in the afternoon, as I sat on a bench in the middle of a large square room (facing what I thought at first was a self-portrait taken with a camera), I was in awe that this piece of art that was two stories tall was in fact a tapestry. My daughter, who is an artist told me that this particular artist is confined to a wheelchair and has designed a lift to hoist himself up to meet eye to eye with the line he is working on. Such tedious work. It puts a ridiculous touch on my little self portrait project and my hesitation to share art depicting myself.
Today after the visit with my aunt and a brief stop at Colby College's Museum of Art, I realize that my life is full of possibilities: the human connection spawning love and the divine connection unfurling creativity and love. I sometimes fail to recognize these. Both experiences were of a Divine nature. Love and creativity. 'Can't miss.