What to write about….
I asked myself. There’s so much to be said, so many thoughts dancing about in my mind. And she said to me one Sunday afternoon, you should download the ‘Timehop’ app, and I did. And each morning I receive that wonderful notification that my Timehop update is ready. Most days I am ready for it, anxious to see what I was doing one year ago, two years ago or even more, and others bring a tear to my eye. Today, the photo of myDarlin' Robert Kenui Pope and I dancing six years ago is simply a reflection of those same dancing thoughts in my mind and it brings a smile to my face.
She paused as she passed my open door today, and asked how I am doing. And when I reply that I am blessed beyond measure, she tells me that she knows this to be true as she reads my daily entries. I remember hearing the news of her Soulmate leaving us five years ago. And she searched for years to fill the hole in her heart, only to realize that she need look no more because Jesus was there all along if she just looked deeper.
We gathered today to create art on a blank slate of ceramic. I marveled as each of us chose a foundational piece representative of life; a bowl of abundance, a vase to hold a single, simple yet elegant flower, a cup for Grandma, a cup for her desk and a heart dish for me. And on that foundation, we would add layers of paint representing years of life experience. As I painted the bottom of my dish, I added polka dots for the fun that everyone should incorporate into their lives. There is no question in my mind what design should be added to the front, as I write the words “All You Need is Love” and paint a small red heart to represent myDarlin’ and my heart as one.
Lively conversation and laughter filled the space of the shoppe, as we spoke of everything from vacations and relationships, to hopes and dreams, to family and journaling. It is a romantic notion that even in these modern days, young women would rather take pen to paper rather than fingertips to the keyboard. And whether it is via pen or keyboard, the act of writing is from the heart. And this excerpt from a weekly inspirational email resonates with me tonight, and every day of my life….
Keep believing the burning in your heart.
Keep speaking from your soul.
Keep listening for the very quiet voice of truth.
Keep dreaming big dreams and doing brave things.
Keep speaking from your soul.
Keep listening for the very quiet voice of truth.
Keep dreaming big dreams and doing brave things.
And on this evening, as the pen lies beside my laptop ready to capture my thoughts just in case my fingers slip from the keyboard, I am filled with gratitude for the Art of Life. For this art is spoken, painted, acted out, written, played, developed, seen and felt from our very own hearts. And we are all apprentices of the Master Artist himself.
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