Monday, May 05, 2008

After the Feast

You know you can not stay on the mountaintop every day. Which reminds me when I went to the mountains outside of Calgary, in the Canmore area, this past April, well April of '07, and it was so beautiful I just wanted to stay there for at least a month or maybe forever, at least in the spring and summer. The air was so clean, the trees so green, snow on the mountains, and adventure lurked behind every pine. Would a Grizzly jump out as I scurried after a chipmunk? The thought kept me a little on edge, but as we drove past one mountain range after another the thought didn't linger. The sights were too breathtaking. I truly would have wanted to stay at least a bit longer to walk through that dry river bed that I saw fleetingly. But alas I could not stay. Very much like all the pleasant times I had this weekend.

So I was a little grumpy today, because of things going on in my life and just plain exhaustion. After waking up at five thirty and working all day, I came home and took a well deserved nap. Later I read for a while from a book called 90 minutes in Heaven. The author, Don Piper, also wanted to go back to the place of no pain, but life and family, and friends demanded he remain, and he tells his story. Anyway, just as I was waking up from my nap, a friend called me to see if I wanted to walk, and that was the little push I needed. Though she coped out at the last minute, I was already dressed and ready to go, and I debated, will I go or not? Finally, I did.

I am so glad I did, too. I gazed at the beautiful sky all dressed in lilac, grays, and pinks. Then as I rounded the corner, I walked into a line of Jasmin dangling from a fence, and as I stopped to breathe in their enticing fragrance I really wanted to make a diadem, but didn't. Then I got a spring in my step and a sense of satisfaction that I was doing something for myself and my health. Something I should be doing everyday.

Though I did have a close encounter with a small annoying dog, I will not let that deter me. When I was almost home, a mother and her son came out between two houses. He with his fishing pole, and I thought they were on their way to the lake and I wished them good fishing but it turned out they had just come back. The mother said, "Tomorrow will be another day," and hopefully then the fish would bite. She was so right we need to have hope that tomorrow will be a better day. Maybe tomorrow the fish will be biting.;)

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Weekend of Feasts

I had a wonderful weekend, and I know it isn't over till midnight so I might still have some time to paint a couple of paintings: hopefully something worthwhile.

Feast for the ears. I don't know if I should have left this for last, but if I go in chronological order this is first. On Friday night, there was a Michael W. Smith concert at Northland's new sanctuary. The music was awesome, and I stood most of the time praising the Lord with my hands lifted high especially when he sang Alleluia and Healing rain. There was one moment, when the crowd was singing accapella that I could swear, which I don't, but "de verdad," it sounded like there were angels singing with us. Just remembering it leaves me in awe.

Feast for the heart. Then Saturday, it was Sandrita's graduation. Sandrita, Maria's daughter just graduated from the University of Central Florida from the school of Education. Maria and Adolfo know how to celebrate and we all had a wonderful time. Congratulations Sandrita on becoming a Spanish Teacher. Hope you will find a good job soon!

Then today, I had a feast for the eyes! I went downtown to the Orlando Museum of Art and saw a Norman Rockwell exhibition. Just wonderful! You know how Norman Rockwell captures so much emotion and joy in his paintings and he also captures a century with his brush. He starts the century with long dresses, tons of different styles, cultural nuances, events, struggles, the dignity of work, the strength of the hardworking common American people and their values and dreams. Though he was a very popular artist he did not shy away from telling it like it is. One of his most important works have to do with the civil rights movement and it honors three martyrs of the cause who were killed by racists men in the South. He also painted the brave little Black girl who goes to school in her pure white dress to carve the way for others to eliminate segregation. It is a worthy exhibition .

If someone were to ask me what I learned, well, I would have to say that he put in a great deal of work into his paintings. He would do carbon drawings and in fact several drawings before actually completing each one. He took pictures and he also had models. It was time consuming work and he was meticulous about it and that may be why he is a master artist.

Which ones stood out to me? I am debating, but there are so many, but the one with the policeman and the little runaway having a soda together at the soda fountain. Umm that was so sweet, and then there was the homecoming at Christmas time and a whole crowd of people with so much joy waiting to hug the young man, who is son, grandson, brother, neighbor, etc. As I saw the exhibition, I was able to listen to the audio narration with little quips and interesting side notes that made the exhibition clearer and more complete. The exhibition goes on through to May 26 and I am so thankful I got to see it. You can go to www.OMArt.org for more information.