Garden...

“God and other artists are always a little obscure”

~ Oscar Wilde.

 

 

 

(Photo: Chris Fletcher)

Art is taking something and transforming it and transformation is not perfection, it is creative passion.

When God painted the Garden of Eden, she said what she painted was good, not perfect. Perfection would preclude living, journeying, and further creating.

The Garden of Eden wasn’t perfect it was good.

Good for growing, becoming, for life – which all gardens are good for – creating and encouraging life.

 

 

So our lives become art, we transform, we create. We are baptized in the river of imperfectability which means we die to who we were yesterday and live in the moments of today, to die yet again, to become yet again tomorrow. For life, like a piece of raku pottery is imperfectly beautiful and perfectly imperfect.

Our lives are our art. How freeing is it to know you can go in any direction, unfettered and not controlled but to be as a poem from a poet’s soul which in its truth releases you to breathe in the brushstrokes of life.

 



(Photo: Chris Fletcher)

 

 

Then at the end, just before the last breath, you can say, “I lived.”  What else can be spoken after a lifetime of poetic memories have been created and forged in the fires of the unknown? I lived.