The shoppe has been busy today, but there was a moment of utter quiet. That moment brought an epiphany, which I quickly scribbled on a greeting card. I am presenting it faithfully here with very few changes to capture the essence of what I felt.
When there is space
(in our schedules, in our days, in our physical space, in our mind, in our hearts),
it will be filled with something.
(Maybe that’s why we keep ourselves so busy?)
Lucky for me, today’s moment revealed itself to me filled with something sublime.
In that quiet, empty space I wrote this.
Inside, the music lends a refined ambience
thick with ethereal voices and angelic magic.
Outside, the hall is empty and quiet –
My thoughts are my own for a moment
I hear my name and dive in.
My eyes gaze upon
“Where You Meet Yourself’
and she stares back at me.
I marvel that it even exists at all.
I made it.
I remember the journey so well I could get lost in it.
Moving from the muscle memory of painting and making
and an entirely new feeling comes.
Suddenly I know;
I have been so fortunate…
The art life was a dream –
forgotten and remembered the way dreams are.
I took the long road on my way to becoming an artist, I joke.
But oh, I have been so fortunate…
It was Life itself that met me in the middle.
(early one morning, in soul crushing traffic)
Or was it the Eternal who met me in the middle
(and is there any difference?)
Who whispered, “art is the answer”?
Because I heard you.
I listened and made form,
I made a whole life from that moment,
only to return again and again to dialogue some more.
The dialogue with the eternal,
could there be anything more sublime?
I have been so fortunate to worship,
not at the feet of some abstract god,
but at the altar of life and mystery and soul.
The place where wisdom tempers fear,
where wounds give gifts.
I am so fortunate to know the way,
and even more fortunate to return bearing gifts to share.
Day after day I showed up and made the work.
but not alone. Never alone.
Always in the company of the Eternal.