So far, so good, plus art appreciation
Thursday I did indeed attend a beautiful Divine Liturgy with my husband and some of my friends. Afterwards we went out to breakfast, where we ran into other friends. Since Thursday isn't a fast day, I had a declicious skillet with lots of meat and cheese and eggs. I chose Thursday, because on Monday begins the fast in preparation for the Dormition of the Theotokos (Assumption of Our Lady), and there is just something about oatmeal that just doesn't feel much like a celebration.
Yesterday I spent time with my husband, going to a book store and then just being with him at his office. This was quite refreshing, just being together.
Today we are going to go see a friend and then go on a hike. We are also going to put away all the clean clothes. Now this doesn't sound like a celebration, but when it is finished, we'll head out to Dairy Joy for some corn dogs and ice cream.
Last week I went to an art fair in a town up the river. This wasn't a craft fair, this was an art fair. It was a pleasant suprise as I didn't know it was going on, but what a blessing! A lovely 78 degree day, lots of white tents with some of the most colorful expressions of the creative spark I have experienced in a long time. One lady in particular brought me to tears with her artwork. She used watercolor, but in such a vibrant palate! Her figures where women, content, happy women with rounded features, large hips, and big hearts. If I had a spare $150, there would be one of her painting in my home. But I'll have to hold her inspiration in my memory and heart for now, and hope she comes back next year. There was something in her work that just went straight to the heart and soul. Her images peeled away the false commercial messages we are bombarded with every waking moment in this culture, and replaced it with real womanhood. Women comforting children, embracing their men, encompassing their homes with their hearts and their love. Also some where of women comforting themselves with a bath or brushing their hair, or just dozing in a chair with an interrupted book proped in the lap. These were real women, women who were not afraid of their bodies, who where not afraid to give of themselves for their families and villages, who were not afraid to rest when needed or restore themselves regularly. As you can see, I was quite inspired. That, in fact was my inspiration for the Final Week of the Thirties celebration. I think I might extend it into the First Week of the Forties. Some of the days are set aside for me, others are set aside for me with the family, but what I have learned most of all is the time must be set aside.
All this from a watercolor painting. Now that is what I call art!
This is an example of her art. Her name in Yucha Pak. I found this at this site ~ www.gasparilla-arts.com. This is a very tiny picture, but the vibrant colors do show up.