Life is Beautiful. Life is full of color. Life can be molded like a piece of clay. It can be fired. It can be broken. A life can be lost. A life will always be remembered.
I took a break yesterday at Volunteer Park, where I enjoyed the sun and the views, and I met a few characters. The Asian Art Museum is located in Volunteer Park. I had not planned to visit the museum. I was drawn through the doors. I asked the staff member, “How much is the admission?” He replied, Nine dollars.” I pulled only two dollars from my pocket. That’s all I had. He looked and smiled, “Give $1.00 as a donation, and you will have one for later.”
As I took in this brightly glazed, clay bowls display, I reflected on how I met Diane 'McDevitt" Gallegher, and how our lives change throughout the years. Diane sat at the same long table during our sophomore year in Mr. Johnson's art class at Northrop High School, where I mixed up all of the large bags of clay from cement bag type packaging. Our arts projects for the weeks following were clay, instead of acrylic painting as planned. Diane sweetly smiled at my faux pas and molded the clay.
Diane was quiet and creative, and those were a couple of her gifts. We were around the same age as her daughter at that time.
I cannot imagine how it would feel to lose a child. I encourage Diane to remember her daughter's gifts as I remember her and the gifts she shared during art class, which seems like only yesterday.
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| Photo by Julie Shaffer at The Seattle Asian Art Museum http://www.usatoday.com/.../teen-dead-wisdom.../28838 |
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