The fantastic food and excellent conversation during dinner were repeatedly interrupted by an artist’s piece on my right. I do not know the artist, and I have no idea what the background of this painting is. As our conversation and courses unfolded over the dinner table, I knew this painting was revealing an endless string of stories to anyone willing to slow down and remain silent.
As `I reflect on the swimming fish, the individual represented, and the still-flowing stories, I find myself holding a series of lesson reminders for the day ahead.
Life offers visible parables to guide. Some sit unnoticed for ages, even generations. Others replay the writer’s observation; “This was the Holy Spirit’s way of showing with a visible parable that as long as the large tent stands, people can’t just walk in on God.” (Hebrews 9.8) Visible parable comes with multiple meanings, each flexible enough to fit someone walking by and willing to be attentive. I found myself laughing, reflecting, and challenged in equal measures. Divinity and the artist worked together in harmony to keep sharing the stories as long as I was willing to be present.
Life lessons are personalised. I listened as the artwork spoke to me directly. I realised the stories were tailored to my life, the issues I wrestle with, and more. As much as I might be tempted to apply the stories as weapons against others, it was clear that they were not fit for purpose. It reminded me of the reality that we can all win. There does not need to be any losers. Compassion, kindness, and caring are universal needs and gifts. In giving, I also receive. The limit of these resources lies in my willingness to use my capacity for good, nothing else.
Art is silent until attention is paid. Divinity is trying to communicate in every way she can imagine, and yet, to me, she remains silent until I am willing to listen. I ignore, excuse, and explain Divinity’s voice and actions until I let her speak to my heart and soul.
