I Wish You Enough

I read this on the blog 24 hour Paradigm and I wanted to share this with you because it was so amazing:


"Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough.' The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.'


They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'


Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'


'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said 'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'


She began to smile. 


'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 


'When we said , 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.


I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. 
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. 
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.


She then began to cry and walked away. 


They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them."


The art in our lives comes in many forms and for some I think they feel that it must be hanging on a wall, played in a concert hall, performed on a stage.... but art comes from the heart and is made with emotion..... just as this is..... so to all of you 'I wish you enough'

Kismet

 

 So here I am... The Girl Named Fred

As a firm believer that kismet exits and is best reaped with preparation I am beginning this blog today.

There are many reasons that today is the reason I am beginning this blog rather than yesterday or tomorrow, but here are four which were most instrumental.

First, I began thinking about blogging quite some time ago and I thought, why? for whom? about what? to what end? where? who would read anything by a dork like me? 


.....and today I got an answer which brings me to the other three reasons...

Second, I began a course today with UF and Dr. D about Globalization in Art and for extra credit we may work on a blog daily about anything, so hence I have extra incentive to begin my blog.  I wanted to begin one anyway but needed an extra push.

Third,  I have another course this summer in studio art and I am reading a book I am actually not completely in agreement with called 'The Creative Habit' and while I find the author interesting, her life interesting, and her narrative about what has worked for HER interesting I find her stance on all things creative a bit one sided.  I am trying to remain openminded as I have not finished her book and as I feel there is great merit in other people's opinions and experiences.  While I profoundly disagreed with her on many issues, especially the need to deprive yourself/herself of movies, multitasking, numbers, and various other items for a week in order to properly prepare to be creative or be creative may prove practical for some, but her seemingly insistence that this works for all was off putting to those of us that thrive in what she may perceive as chaos and distraction.  What I did take away in a positive manner was her section on rituals.  She discusses her ritual of getting in a cab to go to the gym and while to some people this may seem trivial, but to those of us who struggle to get to a workout in the first place this is a major ritual.  This got me thinking.  Perhaps I do need a ritual to get my creativity going. FB is great for posting my musings on philosophical and artistic finds but it is not exactly the outlet I imagined and it is not a daily ritualistic search for that creative beginning of the day so this will be.  This brings me to why FB is brought up so much and the other person I have to thank along with many friends concerning the same....

Lastly,  A dear friend planted the seed a short while ago to begin a blog when I posted yet another post on FB about a philosophical issue, specifically, Sir Ken Robinson's YouTube Video, 'Do Schools Kill Creativity' http://youtu.be/iG9CE55wbtY  to which he wrote, "You should focus your energies in one consolidated place. Like maybe a blog or facebook page, so that you have an aggregation or a compendium - if you will - of your ideas, thoughts, musings and ponderances...jus' say'" (<----Kevin H.)


So it begins.