A Day of Juxtaposition
Today’s a day of laundry and dishes
And also fulfillment of long-time wishes.
How can I hold them all in my hands …
Will I fly apart? Or can I stand?
Is there a key to contain it all?
Can I embrace it in a neat tidy ball?
The hum-drum of life and the everyday stuff
Seems odd on a day of dreams hewn out of the rough.
Or perhaps it is the other way ‘round—
The dreams-come-true are the oddity, I’ve found.
A two-hour slot to sign books at a show.
Not one, but two published, it’s crazy, I know.
And then, what’s more, my art on display …
The work of two years in sketchbooks each day.
Could this be happening as I vacuum my house?
Am I really that artist? I feel like a mouse.
So small and simple with very few cares.
Yet a mandate of wonder from my toes to my hair
Resides deep inside me; it must come out –
In paintings and books to share like a shout:
“Come see Beauty with me in the town where I live!
Come fly a Kite and be free to give—
Encouragement to each other, as daily we create
a Father’s love for His children, which will never abate.”
So with vacuum in one hand, books and art in the other,
I’ll receive His gifts, as artist and mother.
This is the key that I needed today …
To simply receive. May I remember it always.