To Wander

 

It’s been a really great weekend!  My adorable niece Mailee came to stay with me Friday and Saturday.  We had a movie party Friday night complete with a trip to Target to stock up on Oreo cookies and find our pals Ben and Jerry.  Saturday we set up to sell at the Farmers Market in Ogden.  Mailee was such a great help to me!  She helped me haul all my paintings on a cart. a block and a half to the market.  My parents were there as always to help me set up and take down. 

Mailee and Me with Ben and Jerry

It turned out to be an excellent day at the market and I sold six paintings!  In conjunction with the farmers market yesterday, there was a Motorcycle Rally taking place.  It was a ride for fallen firefighters.  A couple hundred motorcycles came through Historic 25^th street where the market is held.  One of the bikers came into my booth and in less than five minutes he decided he wanted to buy three of my larger paintings.  Apparently he is the president and owner of a company in Draper and he is needing some art for his office.  I was excited that he loved my work.  As he and his gal were on his motorcycle I will be shipping the pieces to him.

 

Motorcycle friends

 

 

I’ve mentioned before that I love the people I meet at the market.  This week I met a young man who was admiring my work and we got to talking about art and life, two of my favorite topics.  This young man told me he is a wanderer.  I asked more about that and he told me how he worked a job desk in California for a few years and saved up all his money so he could travel around, study life and find adventures or wander as he calls it.  We shared ideas about what it means to wander, agreeing that there are many forms of wandering.  I have always wished I could load up a backpack and  take off to explore the country, perhaps on a motorcycle.  Although that life is not practical for me I decided that through my art I am able to wander.  My art can fill me with knew thoughts and perspectives,  giving me knew eyes again and again.

We talked about faith and truth as well as the power of thinking positively.  There were many ideas that we agreed on and some that we did not. This young man said we can never really know who we are and why we are here and when we embrace that idea of unknowing that is when we have peace. He was confident in his ideas and it was obvious that he lived with a measure of peace.  Yet I was sad for him. During this conversation I was struck a feeling of gratitude.  I am grateful for the faith and truth I have as a foundation for my life.  I’m ever thankful for the understanding I have of a loving Heavenly Father and an absolute knowledge of who I am and faith as to the purpose of my life.  I told this man that my peace and happiness came from my faith in God.  He respected that as I respected his ideas.  Although there was respect I was wishing that he could have the understanding that I have.  My spirit might always crave the ability to wander the globe but my soul is content on the solid foundation which it rests.