She felt like a collection of scribbles that were being erased.
It is so easy to believe we actually understand what we thought we saw (feel free to fill in the implied blank). Snap judgements based on witnessing a few moments are never wise, or kind, and could prove destructive. So whatever you saw, do not speak of it. Rather, try to understand it, preferably with an open mind.
Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.
― Isaac Asimov
My sister is an artist. I am an artist. We share ideas, methods, struggles. That is a blessing beyond compare. Both of us would describe the other as our biggest fan.
What I most admire about Barb Pearson is her very conscious effort to make how she lives an open book. Truth and authenticity are the standards she constantly practices upholding. And it shows–in her paintings and in her life.
“I am looking for a good hook,” she said. “The kind that lures people in.”
“People? What do you want to lure people into?” She had certainly caught his curiosity.
Now he was a little confused. “You want to lure yourself in?”
“Yes. I want to find something that really excites me, sends a jolt of electricity through me, lights me up. I’m just not sure what that is yet.”
“I was hoping I excited you a bit.”
“I said something that excited me, not someone.” She kissed him like she meant it. “But as important as a good relationship is, it doesn’t replace doing something where I can contribute to life, with a capital L, if you know what I mean.”
“Love has a capital L.” He grabbed her, held on tight. “But I do know what you mean. You are looking for a purpose to your life, THE purpose. It is a worthy goal. Laudable, with a capital L.
She gave him a push, pretending to be annoyed, but she knew he would support her completely. He was that kind of man. Which made her a lucky woman.
Lucky, with a capital L.