I was living in a bus in the garage of the Positive Living Center on my way back to Maui
in Dec of '95. My son and husband's lifestyle were a bit too much for me to handle. But
I saw what was going on. As I lay in the bus at night in the dark, waiting for the changes
that would save my life, I could hear and feel the human devestation that so neatly hid
in the night shadows. I could only cry and pray that the sun really would come up again,
and I could be liberated from the abyss I was falling into.
But in the morning, after the tears and the rain, came the painting. The streets were still
slippery and luminous. There was our sun, again greeting one with hope and vitality.
I sat in it's warmth as I drew and painted this little scene. It felt different than the night.
I chanted the names of the One Living God silently as I performed my artistic ritual with
the pigments. I felt a wholeness from the activity afterwards. To be there, to witness
and to choose...to have faith enough to choose. Ah!....
a moment to remember.
