Sunday, August 26, 2007

Get Lost in Art to Find Yourself

The other day my daughter called and said, "Oh my God mother, I felt just like you." The next few minutes were very revealing. Either I was going to be terribly flattered, or rightfully chagrined. You guessed it, I was chagrined. "I found my self wandering around in a parking lot, not knowing where I was or where I was going, and I'd left my cell phone at home," she told me.

Remember life before cell phones?

I have actually adapted well to being dingie. I often find myself wandering around a given area until I arrive at my destination. It's called intuitive thinking. My husband is so appalled by this way of life, he went out and bought me one of those GPS things, but mostly it resides in his car because he's the only one that uses it.

I once got lost in the Museum of Fine Arts Boston, when I was in my twenties. Back then, and being unfamiliar with the city of Boston, I was more concerned with finding my ride home, than soaking up the wonderful art collections. Boy have I changed.

Wisdom, that comes with a multitude of birthdays, will tend to teach you it is about the journey not the destination.

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