It has taken me a long time to”go public” with my writing. About two weeks ago in my posting Poetry- Words Painting Pictures, I shared how I have always been fascinated and influenced by the written word. Even as a child I would write poetry and, as I progressed into my teens, I wrote funny “ditties” for friend’s birthdays. I even wrote a skit or two that we used in high School.
Diving into the “dark period” of my life I isolated from the creative Muse. But as I approached the end of those troubled years and was close to breaking out into the sunshine of true living, it does not surprise me that the first sign of her return was in poetry – even though it was somewhat depressive. I think the expressing of my feelings as I came through that difficult period helped me to walk out of the darkness and into the light.
Shortly after the poetry came the painting. (Art classes were second favorite to gymnastics and outdoor sports when I attended the Ursuline High School for girls.) I lived in Sardinia at the time and I was blessed to have a wonderful artist in my life at that time. His name was Santiago (still is, he lives in Puerto Rico with his wife Josefina), and he was an engineer who worked in the same set of offices as I.
Santiago was one of those many mentors in my life that I will write a posting about soon. He was a quiet, slightly built man with a round face who looked more like a studious professor than an engineer; not that I know what an engineer should specifically look like! But one thing he was passionate about was the creative and artistic process. And I am happy to say that he enjoyed sharing that with others as much as he indulged in it for his own delight and personal satisfaction.
To go to Santiago’s house on the island of La Maddalena, Sardinia was like going to an art gallery and attending a concert at the same time. Every wall in every room was covered with his art work. He produced paintings prolifically and painted every corner of the island from every angle possible. He used oil paints as well as water colors and his work was magnificent.
He also played the guitar, and many glasses of wine were consumed as he shared his passion for painting and music. Josefina was a very patient hostess who probably did not fully understand this strange English woman who kept appearing at their doorstep. But I wanted, needed, to be steeped in the creativity that permeated their household (Josefina was very artistic in her own way too), although I’m afraid she may have thought sometimes that I just wanted to be steeped in wine!!
It was exposure to Santiago and his love of painting that influenced me to go into town one day and buy all the basics to start painting again. Of course, being somewhat obsessive, I then began to paint in every free moment possible, sometimes working until two or three o’clock in the morning even though I had to be in the office by 8am. But it was wonderful to be in the grip of the creative Muse, and to watch a painting unfold and develop was an incredible experience.
This all happened in the early to mid seventies. I married my husband Richard about ten years later and although I stopped painting I continued to be involved in some form of creative art. We met in a little theater group and our relationship developed amid the smell of grease paint and the magic of the spotlights. Over the years I recouped my love of calligraphy (the art of beautiful writing) and created and printed many pieces for sale.
Today I create cards with the help of Stampin’ Up products and my teacher Mary Gillette. For me it is so exciting to see a piece of creative work develop and then hold the finished product in my hands. To share that with someone as a Birthday card, a Thank You card, or a Christmas card adds another layer of pleasure and satisfaction to the process. It also gives me great pleasure and joy to share my writing with others in the hope that someone, somewhere, will find their own pleasure and perhaps a little enlightenment in the words that I write.
Over the years I have discovered that God has blessed me with many gifts and talents other than a sense of the artistic. As my life unfolds and I continue to be open to whatever path He leads me on, it seems that part of my life’s mission is to be in the right place at the right time with the right words for specific people. To this end God has blessed me with the gift of compassion for others, especially those who are travelling their own dark path or are struggling with hardship and tragedy.
I think this is why I am able to do the work that I do as a volunteer with Community Hospice of North East Florida. It also helps me as I volunteer at my own church in the Ministry of Consolation. And then there are all those individuals who seem to cross my path “by chance”, but when we say goodbye and continue on our individual journeys, I understand that I have ministered to them in His name.
As I read back over this article, I realize that it is not at all what I thought I was going to write. But that is often the way it is for me. I start off in one direction and end up going totally in another. I think it has something to do with that “meandering” quality that God instilled in me. But I also think it has more to do with inviting Him on the journey with me as my fingers start their journey across the keyboard.
There is nothing quite like the electric sizzle that I feel inside when I go to see a play or a show. That magical sense of anticipation and wonder as I wait for lights to dim and curtain to rise are inimitable. I know that I am going to be transported into a world of fantasy and grease paint, lighting and special effects, and I cannot wait for the show to begin. As I stated in my posting “Taking Care of Spirit, Body and Mind”, going to the theater is a great way to nurture both the soul and the mind.
Saturday 9 May 2009 saw me at the Moran Theater to see a much anticipated matinee performance of “Wicked”. The theater was packed. There was a buzz of excitement that I hadn’t experienced in a long while. There were even a few young witches in long black robes, wonderful pointy hats, and green faces scattered throughout the audience. Smaller girls were impatiently waiting in line to get to their seats, eyes sparkling, cheeks glowing.
As we entered the auditorium we were greeted by a gigantic, Merlin-like dragon fixed above the stage curtain, with wings spread wide. He had flaring nostrils, his eyes were large with dull red lighting gels in them and he had fearsome claws. I knew we were in for some good old-fashioned fear-inducing, fire-breathing dragon works!!
As soon as the curtains rose we were greeted with an explosion of color and movement. The sets were stunning, the costumes were amazing, and the choreography was incredible. The music was an awesome backdrop to some of the best stage singing that I have ever heard. The two young actors playing the roles of the “good and bad witches” had singing talent and acting talent to spare. Their final duet, which showcased a theme of tough and tender friendship, will remain etched in my heart and my memory forever.
I left the theater at the end of the show with spirits uplifted. My senses had received a workout, a massage, a caress, a jolt of electricity. I had been treated to the gift of raw talent and creativity, and I was going home feeling completely sated. Now that’s what I call nurturing the mind and the spirit!