Thinking, exhausting, trusting.
Thinking, wondering, believing.
I've spent a lot of time inside my head today. Truth be told, I'm not always happy with what I find there. Today's result was a bit more joyful than most. Still I was wrestling with the questions that rattle around in my brain. Most of them I'm happy to say will stay as thoughts in my crazy ol' mind!
Some of them were spent trying to come up with something I can do on a daily basis to make the world a better place. To do something daily that makes a difference to someone broken, in pain, suffering. What more can I do. Can I make a difference? Yes. I have no money to give. Can I still help? I start close.
I do this daily, I give to their tiny, gaining independence yet still SO needy persons. To them I joyfully give with all of myself so they know into the deepest corners of their souls that they are loved, they are worth it. They are special blessings.
We are all broken in some way. We are all hurting somewhere within. What can I do? I can bring my husband a cold drink as he sweats away creating in the garage. I know I can give more to him, without expecting anything in return. A pleasant smile from across the room even, a wink and smirk. So that he knows his love has affected me, embraced my every cell.
I look outward. People. Everywhere. They all need love. The homeless man in the park every morning by swimming lessons. How many people drive by him every day and ignore him. How many times have I.
Still deep in thought Nathan looks up and says, "Look at the Toy Story clouds." I look. They are perfect puffy ones. So begins my does art imitate life or does life imitate art thought stream. I remember a discussion in college. I always took the side of art imitating life. Art is created as a reflection of the artist's emotions and view of a particular situation.
It's not really an answerable argument though because why to we call a life moment 'picture perfect.' Do we really mean 'life perfect'? Well, life isn't perfect so maybe it can only be as perfect as a picture of it.
I decided that the whole debate was flawed. Art is created by life. The canvas, stage, paper, music notes, clay, all must be filled in by the artist. Life. Art is the ultimate creation and the life of the artist is shown through it. Just a small piece of perspective, a small piece of them. Life.
Visuals of life around here...
Mommy's little helper.
Now in her big girl toddler bed.
Daddy's big helper.
Domino art: "Me and Tyler"
I see Nathan using art to help him through the loss of our dog. He was in pain near the end and the 'art therapy' must be helping, healing his heart. Learning about the permanent emptiness that death brings is hard but he's been a trooper.