Middle Missive {...a "missive" is just a letter, and in this case a love letter...}
Two years ago tonight, as a woman in my 50’s, God placed Milan and Bellagio, Italy under my feet:
I had never picked up a paintbrush until I was well past 45 - closer to 50. Yet there I was, in Italy, to minister to women through teaching art.
It all began with faithfully chasing creative inspiration - not someone else and her ideas, not an MLM company (they’re fine - calm down), not diving deep into all my trauma, symptoms and pain, both physical and emotional.
I waited for my Kindler, and He showed up. He always does. And when He does, He comes bearing gifts.
““When he ascended on high, he took many captives and gave gifts to his people.” ”
Dear Middle-Artist,
All art is heaven’s way of staging a gentle invasion. Be alert to song. Be alert to poetry. Be alert to color. Be alert to texture and form and sculpture and a word fitly spoken. Know this: what moves you, and the way it moves you will always (always!) be right on time. Investigate further.
(And oh, I just dropped such wisdom on you! I just handed you flint and steel, my friend. Now go kindle something beautiful!)
