sometimes biting a bullet is
the softest experience for mind and heart if not flesh
standing in the shower trying
to find something that didn’t hurt made me laugh
in laughter came intent lots
of foolishness but most belief I had to go on just do it
pain nudged out of the way by
colour life is a dream expressed even as
it hurts
The wall and I got up close
and intimate, anyone passing must have wondered about the dirty bare feet
poking out over the end of the scaffolding boards but lying down proved to be the
only way I could manage to plod along at times.
Interesting to find I’d been watched
closely by THE neighbour who informed she had watched me last night too. I thought
she was going to give me her usual tirade but there was a pause and then she
smiled telling me she was amazed to see me go right up to the top by the
chimney and get a felt tip out of my pocket and begin to ‘just’ draw. Then you
carried paint up there – oh boy do I know I did that, and even though you
crawled some of the way you kept going. When I came out this morning it was
like you had been there all night but I checked at 10 pm and didn’t see you…I didn’t
tell her there was a moment when I’d considered having to lay down and sleep up
there it was a very, very long journey back to the ground. She then said a most
amazing thing, ‘you look like you are in a lot of pain and are very tired but I
knew you’d do whatever you were starting last night as it looked like it was
something you had to do.’ The jutting
chin and fixed expression must have given the game away.
Scaffolders arrive early
tomorrow to take it all down. The builders popped by this afternoon to confirm
their start on Monday with digger and sledge hammer could not quite believe I
had not only climbed the scaffolding but had done all the painting with a 2inch
brush or smaller. Think I managed to get some street cred!
Dearest.
Dearest.
Dearest.
Michaelangelo.
I didn't know that YOU did the painting. I thought you'd perhaps done sketches . . and some other executed the design.
I am BLOWN AWAY.
What I had thought to merely wonderful has me now filled with wonder at the joyous miracle of what one seeking heart can effect on a wall.
Lord! Look what it did to that neighbor! It's a miracle!!
Posted by: Cathy | June 2010 at 01:44