Tuesday, February 22, 2011
home is where the art is.
the art museum.
the one place in the world where i know exactly how to act.
the place where i don't have to say any words.
the place where i can just be.
i went to the carl bloch exhibit at byu today. i know. i'm a little late on that.
i stood in front of a big painting of jairus' daughter.
and i sent a little prayer up to heaven.
thank you for the way my insides feel when i look at art.
(because my heart feels huge like it's beating out of my chest.)
this is where i feel understood.
and then little tears started to come out of my eyes.
because i know where i belong.
i don't know what kind of significance is going to come out of my participation and appreciation of the art world.
i don't know how i'll help people.
but i feel like where i was standing, there were perfect indents in the wood floor, the shapes of my feet, telling me to stay where i was.
somehow i know it. i know where i'm supposed to go.
and now the only part is getting there.