It’s a little odd to write a blog about oneself from the perspective of

Exposing the relationship behind the connection

as I’ve done with the other instructors…

I mean

I’ve known myself a good long time now….

I think….

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“There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” Martha Graham

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photo credit Doug Loates:The gift of an amazing photographer.

This photo was taking last year.

Doug had been noticing something about me

a habit

and captured it so beautifully in this photo.

I ‘worry‘ my hands.

A lot.

I hadn’t noticed prior to his taking this photo,

but it is a stance I take often when teaching, waiting, contemplating

perhaps this is why I try to always keep a paintbrush,

pen

charcoal

or rubber spatula (baking yum!)

and yes, even a dust rag….sigh….

in my hands.

Until I lie them gently across my abdomen

settling into slumber each night

they are working

or worrying their way through my time in this life.

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But it’s not the worry you might think.

It’s not the worry society would have me take up.

Certainly, often times it looks like that kind of worry;

money?!, income?!, house?! kids?!, art?!, life?!!!….

but it’s not.

Sure I

worry in that sense of the word

but what Doug has captured is

my delight.

My peaceful, contented, gratitude-sending-up delight.

My hands are the unconscious reaction to my mind

dancing around the wonder and

‘get to‘ awe of standing there

in a wonder-full

creative filled room

with amazing

on-the-edge-of-their-seats

gathering of hands

eager to take it all in

and give it all back.

Sometimes I think even my brow furrows

which can certainly be deceiving

but alas, it’s only more wonder…

it’s a brow-furrowing inward turn to

the awe that’s filling my brain.

I get to.

In this life, that’s my every day wonder chant~

I 

get

to.

And you know what,

so do you.

Moreover, when God gives someone the ability to enjoy their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God. Ecc. 5:18

in love.

trish