It’s a little odd to write a blog about oneself from the perspective of
Exposing the relationship behind the connection
as I’ve done with the other instructors…
I’ve known myself a good long time now….
“There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” Martha Graham
This photo was taking last year.
Doug had been noticing something about me
and captured it so beautifully in this photo.
I ‘worry‘ my hands.
I hadn’t noticed prior to his taking this photo,
but it is a stance I take often when teaching, waiting, contemplating
perhaps this is why I try to always keep a paintbrush,
or rubber spatula (baking yum!)
and yes, even a dust rag….sigh….
in my hands.
Until I lie them gently across my abdomen
settling into slumber each night
they are working
or worrying their way through my time in this life.
But it’s not the worry you might think.
It’s not the worry society would have me take up.
Certainly, often times it looks like that kind of worry;
money?!, income?!, house?! kids?!, art?!, life?!!!….
but it’s not.
worry in that sense of the word
but what Doug has captured is
My peaceful, contented, gratitude-sending-up delight.
My hands are the unconscious reaction to my mind
dancing around the wonder and
‘get to‘ awe of standing there
in a wonder-full
creative filled room
gathering of hands
eager to take it all in
and give it all back.
Sometimes I think even my brow furrows
which can certainly be deceiving
but alas, it’s only more wonder…
it’s a brow-furrowing inward turn to
the awe that’s filling my brain.
I get to.
In this life, that’s my every day wonder chant~
And you know what,
so do you.
Moreover, when God gives someone the ability to enjoy their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God. Ecc. 5:18