hatred quivered in the air.
she does not acknowledge the insults.
she is not what the sounds make of her.
set up on a stage-like venue,
her eye empirically satiates
truth and rendering
with a confrontation of beauty;
where beauty, born in creation,
is in and of itself the content.
she moved the energy sticking
to her like fly paper.
she is unshaken.
Today, as I face an unknown and learn to live in the new normal of neuromuscular disease, I continue to practice and believe:
Communities, that engage their members, preserve and protect both culture and object for future enjoyment, study, interpretation, and relationship; ultimately improving overall quality of life for all members.
Landscape and Memory ~ Art as experience; creating long-term engagement in Historical Preservation through Plein-air landscape painting.
Yes, that is me up there with the forearm crutches. A year ago, today, I was temporarily paralyzed. Hospital, to Rehab. Hospital, to intensive out-patient physical and occupational therapy, my goal was to be; there, up there in that picture.
I am not making light of it. I write the above with tears of joy in my eyes. I flash back to the Rehab hospital. The day I arrived, my husband drew a picture of me on the whiteboard facing my bed. A tree, a trail, and me walking on the trail. He pointed and said, “This, this is you.” It was the first thing I saw when I woke up, and it was the last thing I saw before falling asleep. I did not want to miss the opportunity to share! I did not want to miss this!
What is this? This is Landscape and Memory (link takes you to my story on Medium).
None of it would have been possible without extensive help from my sister in law (grey sweatshirt, family, friends, and so many!
I gave it my all! I smile as I look back fondly. With help and luck, I made it without a fall on the uneven terrain; until I arrived home. My body simply gave out at the front porch. I did a beautiful swan dive as my rollator walker got away from me. I spent the next couple of weeks bedridden. Slowly, my body rested.
Mother Earth in all her glory has endurance and capacity beyond all imagination. She is stressed, dejected, and humiliated just as we humans are bullied. She teaches me this endurance and resilience. She teaches me compassion, and beauty. I will do my part to take care of her as she takes care of me.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower