I am absolutely, overwhelmingly enchanted and in love with ‘the world’. You know that ‘world’ that gets labeled in every Sunday School, seminary, and primary class as being the enemy? Yeah. That one. Can’t keep my hands off of it.
And the evening and the morning were the first day.
I ran 200 fewer miles in 2010 than in 2009. I read 25 fewer books. I spent a lot of time doing things I don’t enjoy like moving, volunteering in classrooms, baking (mostly) unsuccessful allergen-free breads and goodies, hosting parties and play-dates, and cleaning. I gave up lifelong dreams. I walked away from opportunities I thought I wanted. I had another miscarriage, another D&C. I continued to be terrible at things like Visiting Teaching (or any activity in which I have to use the phone), making deadlines, and mailing packages. I spent more time alone. Continue reading
This if for my friend who recently wrote me an email about her discouragement.
She has a three-year-old and a new baby. Someone asked her the other day, “So, what do you do besides keep 2 children alive?” They laughed a bit, but the girl waited for an answer and my friend stood there thinking, “I don’t do ANYTHING but keep two children alive. That’s all I do.” Continue reading
I don’t like Greg Olsen.
Well, that’s not true, I’m sure he’s a lovely person, he may even be a gas at dinner parties, but I don’t actually like his art. It’s not my taste. It doesn’t speak to me (in fact, if I’m telling you the most honest thoughts of my heart, sometimes it makes me roll my eyes.) Why? Because my favorite artists are the Abstract Expressionists: Pollack, Kandinsky, Rothko, they’re the artists that speak to my soul. They make my heart flip, and flop, and tears come to my eyes. Representational art has a harder time crossing my emotional barriers.
Maybe tears come to your eyes when you see a Monet. Maybe tears come to your eyes when you see a Friberg. Maybe Greg Olsen connects to you on a viseral level that I’ll never understand. And you know, that’s cool; that’s the great thing about art, you don’t have to like what I like, and I don’t have to like what you do. Continue reading