I’m not sure how it began or when, but we had a major leak in the museum. The compressor in the water fountain upstairs had gone out and caused water to collect within the wall and eventually drip down to the basement. It had been going on long enough for mold to start to grow. It was quite a mess. Uniforms and hats had major water damage. We got all the wet pieces out and into the freezer. Now we wait for insurance and a conservator to tell us the cost of this water leak.
Tim Dlugos – 1950-1990
for Donald Grace
Underneath your skin, your heart
moves. Your chest
rises at its touch. A small bump
second. We watch for what appears
to be hours.
Our hands log the time: the soft
underneath your eyes. Our bodies
intersect like highways
with limitless access and perfect spans
We pay for this later. I pay
for breakfast. We
can’t stay long. We take off
to the museum
and watch the individual colors
as they surface
in the late works of Matisse.
They move the way
your heart moves, the way we breathe.
You draw your own
breath, then I draw mine. This is
truly great art.
I’ve been a bit off this weekend. Things just weren’t going well and so forth. It was just a bad weekend. Then I forgot to post this morning. So here we go.
For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; (KJV) ( Romans 3:23 )
Do you place a lot of pressure on yourself? You get overwhelmed easily and then feel like a failure when you don’t measure up to your own expectations of perfection. God wants to free you from those burdens. Release yourself to God. Stop trying to control everything. Let go and let God.