How else can I convey to you just how much a 4 year old boy loves his dog?
Catching the light.
Catching the light.
Everything you see on this table is artwork created by young people, some very young, some with special needs, some who are home schooled. They all participate in activities where they can create through an organization called Awakening Minds Art. A friend of ours works with them, making home visits, and we provide space for them to meet at our church.
Saturday evening they had an art auction to raise funds for the coming year, and that is why you see this table full of artwork here. I had the privilege of taking photos throughout the evening. If you are on Facebook, you can view their page here and see the many images of the kids as they showed their masterpieces during the auction. The smiles on their faces will warm your heart!
We spoke to the mom of a little girl who had done a painting and sold it that evening. Mom talked about how her child has been helped simply by being able to create the artwork. Just telling you about it here is kind of difficult to relate, because you can’t see the light in mom’s eyes as she spoke about it, nor can you hear the gratitude in her voice.
Creating. Celebrating. Sharing it with the world. Who knows how many lives will be touched by the art that was shared that evening!
Oh, yes, it is all about perspective, as I said at the beginning of this week. The lesson about changing our point of view was apparently something I needed to learn.
And here is what I am figuring out….
When we are our truest selves, when we remove the masks, open our hearts, and listen deeply to what our soul wants us to know…
change happens. It may not be pretty, it may hurt, or it may bring us joy.
When it hurts, though, we need to take care of ourselves. As someone pointed out to me this week, it is similar to those rehearsed messages on the airplane before take off…put that oxygen mask on you first, then help the other person.
When I took time to do some self care this week, the healing began. Lots of talking to those I trust deeply, letting tears come, and allowing my self to process what took place. On this side of it all, looking back, I know that this was the best course of action. I have changed a bit, have more awareness of what is true, and have identified something that has held me back for a very long time.
Then I got out the box of crayons and this tree appeared on the easel.
A tree with a tiny branch of new growth in a surprising place. A sign of hope. A promise of renewal. From deep below the surface…..where the light and love undulates and shimmers and produces the magic of life, deep within……nudges and messages of love flow freely.
Now it is up to me to just accept that love and let it spill out and share it with the world.
Thank you for your loving, thoughtful comments this week..