today, i worked outside with howie and vickie. we did yardwork, washed windows, cleaned gutters - all in the bright sunshine, listening to birds sing, and feeling cool grass under my feet. i love being outside - sitting on a blanket in the park, immersing myself in a book, watching little kids play, or watching the sun set. it's so beautiful. maybe i wasn't meant to live in concrete the rest of my life after all.
justine's show opens on wednesday. you should come if possible. hopefully, pictures will happen in the near future.
i move home in a week. i'm excited for wine and peanuts, for my own bed, for starbucks/barnes and noble runs, and to begin unpacking everything into one place, to go through the things i've accumulated throughout the years and decide what to keep and what to discard. being home, even for a short period of time, is always rejuvenating.
i'm reading a book by madeline l'engle called walking on water: a reflection on faith and art. it's her exploration of being a "christian artist". she says some very interesting things. my two favorite quotes so far:
what is a true icon of God to one person may be blasphemy to another. and it is not possible for us flawed human beings to make absolute, zealous judgments as to what is and what is not religious art. i know what is religious art is for me. you know what is religious art for you. and they are not necessarily the same ... the smarmy picture of Jesus which i find nauseating may be for someone else, a true icon.
there is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.
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