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Purpose

Purpose

I dreamed of becoming a great artist, but it was not to be. Yes, I am an artist and will always be, but a quiet artist who just had to make art, with all my heart.

I think God was the first artist. The first creator. He sculpted the hills and mountains, the valleys and river beds. He hung clouds, galaxies and the universe above for our delight. When I create art, I feel like I’m speaking God’s native tongue and like he’s there beside me, ready to give a high five. In fact, it’s like he’s there beside me, watching my heart be poured onto the paper or canvas and he’s smiling and saying, in his own creative way, “well done”. His smile is like a hug. Creating is a language. It’s the words between the lines. It gives us glimpses of something deep in our hearts.

When someone smiles at me, I’m like a puppy who’s tail wags so fast its like an airplane propeller, whirring into a blur. Oh, to be seen.

I’ve slowed, nearly to a stop, in my ambitions, but not in my purpose. I give away smiles.

Tell me…tell me again

Tell me…tell me again

As I age, like an onion, new layers encircle me and become what the world sees.  Layer by layer, it happens.  The me that I started out to be is that little core deep in the center.  It’s that delicate and vulnerable pearl, like the very center of the onion.  All those layers take on the job of protecting the little pearl.  The little girl.  I will always be her.  All the things that the world throws at me and in my path try to distract me, preventing my footfalls from landing where I want them to. Or perhaps those “things” save me from landing my footfalls where I want them to land.

Along the way I encounter someone I see in a YouTube video, or a painting perhaps. I’ve been watching a series of videos called “Reflections of Life”. They inspire and teach me life lessons, giving me pause.  I remember where I meant to go.  What I started out to do.  It’s as though they are able to see through all the layers, bringing me all the way back to that original pearl I started out as.  I feel changed by it and a light shines on the path before me.

There are moments in life that are so sweet, you want to memorize them.  Hold on to them.  Get them out and look at them once in a while to bring them back to you, if only in a fragrant memory.

I can never get enough of such times.  I want to hold onto them, not forgetting a moment or a word.  Sure enough, it begins to fade and I want to call it back and say “tell me…tell me again”.