I posted this photo a last week and wrote that it made me want to dance or sing or paint. Since I’m not coordinated and I almost always sing the wrong lyrics in the wrong key I went with painting.
My daughters joined me and we painted. I picked up again the next evening. And the next. I like to paint. I struggle with perspective and anything that’s not completely flat. Depth is hard.
Depth in life can be difficult as well. It is hard to write past the surface. Clever quotes and funny memes abound. But this last week the news has been filled with shootings and alligators and politics and sorrow. I don’t have anything substantive to add to the gun control debate or immigration or terrorism or how to comfort strangers across the country. And so I said nothing. That doesn’t feel right either.
After a couple nights of painting, I emailed my painting in progress to my talented artist of an uncle and asked for advice. Frequently gaining any depth in life requires talking to people who’ve succeeded before you. Among other helpful tips, he suggested adding a barbed wire fence. Or an old red barn. I’ve found the painful things in my life tend to make me grow.
Have you noticed its also hard to raise kids with any depth beyond whatever video game or TV show that is currently filling their screens? Time unplugged helps. So does art.
I’ve been mulling my painting for a week. I’d really like to add the wheat grass in the photo. I’m scared its going to wreck what I’ve got so far. This happens to me in life too. Where do I add? Where do I call it good?
Friendships are richer when people know your bumps. Family is better when grace covers pain. I’d take that over superficial any day. Life is beautiful. Better with depth.
This is my daughter and her friend. But it could be my Mom and Dad. Or my husband and myself. My guess is there are lots of relationships that mirror these photos. I love the range of expressions on these two. It’s more fun the longer I look at them.
What in the heck is she doing?
Getting my groove on. Clearly. Life is for DANCIN!
If I stand here very calmly maybe they won’t think I know her.
They said to smile. I’m smiling!
Ok. I’m leaning away. Moving slightly to the side.
You can’t ignore me!! I’m smiling! I’m here! Talk to me!
She’s kind of fun. Do NOT tell anyone I thought that.
And so it goes.
My three year old is taking swimming lessons at the local YMCA. I love this pool. All kinds of people. All levels of skill. The past two Saturday mornings I’ve hauled out of bed earlier than I like on Saturdays and my girls and I have gone down to the Y.
The little one is learning how to blow bubbles in the water and alligator crawl across the pool. She’s holding onto floating barbells and kicking on the side of the pool. She keeps giving strange looks to the one little boy who is crying on the sideline. The little miss is easy to read. Hope his parents aren’t watching. She’s not subtle.
Her big sister is swimming laps over in the lap pool. She had to take a test to qualify to swim in the deep water. She was nervous. She passed. Down and back. Kick. Straight. Down and back.
This week I sat on the sideline in one of those plastic stackable chairs. The chair had a crack along the back. Whenever I leaned back I fell slowly back through the chair. I would try for good posture sitting. I’d forget. Fall back though the back of the chair. Disconcerting.
My baby was kicking and splashing. My big one was tunneling through laps. Down and Back. I was watching both of them and surprising myself repeatedly with the strange bendable plastic chair. Good way to spend 30 minutes on a Saturday morning.
Made me think. Swimming lessons are fun. Splashing around in the shallow end certainly gets us used to the water. Get the feel for things. Safe and secure. Lots of eyes watching. Minimal risk. Lap swimming in the deep water lanes is harder. Better at building muscle though. Still plenty of life guards.
Some of you know that I’m working on a new venture. I’m launching a new blog called Quirky Faith. I’ve got a new website, email subscription software, photo shoot and a PO Box all lined up. I’ve got some guest bloggers and some give aways. I’m calendered up.
Right this very second I feel like I’ve graduated from the kiddie pool and swum past the lap pool. I feel like I’m standing on the cliff above the ocean like one of those deep water ocean divers. Peering down 100 feet to deep water. Wondering what is under the water and what is out past the horizon. The ocean is deep.
Mark Batterson says that if your dream doesn’t scare you it isn’t big enough. I’m terrified. And very excited. Scarecited.
www.QuirkyFaith.com launches on July 1st. Twenty Days. Swim Baby.