Saturday, December 24, 2011

Dance




Yesterday, I traveled Hot Springs to work in the gallery. Hot Springs is a wonderful small town with streets lined with trees.  While driving, two trees captured my attention.  They were intertwined.  I was rushed for time, so I could not stop to capture a quick photograph.  So I attempted to file the image into my memory, which is always dangerous.  Later at the gallery, I quickly sketched the two trees relying on my memory forged from a passing glimpse.

I remember the entwined trees leaned to the right as if dancers bending to a song. The limbs of the trees made very sharp and unexpected turns; apparently the two dancers had a troubled past since broken and damaged limbs are cause of sudden turns.  Regardless of the past, they still danced.  And now, the trees were merged and one could not exist without the other.  

Everyone deserves a chance to dance, to sway to the music, regardless. 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Love



Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous
love does not brag and is not arrogant
does not act unbecomingly
it does not seek its own, is not provoked
does not take into account a wrong suffered
does not rejoice in unrighteousness
but rejoices with the truth
bears all things
believes all things
hopes all things
endures all things
Love never fails



But now faith, hope, love, abide these three
but the greatest of these is love.