A Dropped Seed Sprouting, October 28, 2024 415 words

Fellow poet and artist, Lynda Lambert, advises me to drop seeds of our art and poetry exchange into each interaction. I followed her advise while I was attending the APH Insights Art Show earlier this month. I did not expect such quick growth.
I planned to donate my art to a local Michigan organization that encouraged blind artists of all ages. What I didn’t expect was to talk to a Michigan group that was starting a art program for blind children and their families.
” I love your owl family tableau.” one teacher gushed.
Another teacher sighed,”But your piece is not for sale.”
A third teacher pointed out,”She is a local Michigan artist.”
I was nudged by God sharply,
“What are you waiting for? You wanted to find a good home for your art that would encourage others to create.”
I smiled, “I was looking for an organization to donate this to, Would you like it?”
Excitedly, they raced to get their director Brenda Mahoney ,Director of Michigan outreach , art for the blind. We talked and the group from camp Tuhsmeheta was excited to get the art piece for their newly opening nature center.
Last week, Ms. Mahoney called to apologized for not taking the art home with her. The art show closed on Friday and Brenda didn’t have time to pick it up.
“Could you come to the ribbon cutting ceremony and meet the staff?”
I looked at John, he nodded a yes.
“We will be there.”
The camp was thirty minutes away in Greenville. We arrived at three and took a tour of the nature center and classroom. There were many animal pelts and parts to examine tactilely. Brenda talked about expanding their art into workshops to encourage blind artists. I gave an interview and was asked if I would be interested in giving workshops on producing art from items found in nature. I was thrilled to be asked and I am interested in promoting art. I talked about the year long art and poetry exchange with my friend Lynda. Ms. Mahoney wanted to be kept informed of the progress and completion of the project.
You never know the path that the Lord will lead you to. As my brother notes ,
Carol, “The Lord is in charge, go with the flow.”

**. poem
The Call
I had no clue
what I would do
no plan
placed in God’s hands
taking the offering
me in tow, He ran
carolaspot@aol.com copyrighted 10/28/24