Located on the grounds of Second Baptist Church of Memphis, TN is a Labrynth, a prayer garden as such. Inside of the Labrynth, on the left side, is a bronze red tailed hawk on a cross. It, along with the Labrynth, is dedicated to Spence and Becky Wilson. Their gifts of love and support for not only Second Baptist Church but also for the community which is Memphis, Tennessee and out into the world, is a reminder of their dedication to the one who died on the cross.
By far, this is little duck is my favorite duck. Has always been. We used to have one in our first aviary that was pinioned and he would let me get within inches of him. There is nothing any harder to hit as a duck hunter, nothing any better tasting in the duck game bag, nor any duck as beautiful. In the field, the hen Greenwing Teal has an unmistakeable high-pitched quack. The drake only gives a soft little peep in reply. No further comment is necessary.
They are how I communicate who I believe God to be. Before I ever see what I am doing with my eyes, they see. I hold art pieces and feel every contour and I know if they are right. I use them in place of sand paper as I put layers of finish on wood and gunstocks, feeling the growth rings from the tree and the gentle nuances that make that tree unique. I have held the faces of my babies in them and the person who knows me better than myself. They are my hands.
Nothing is more important to an artist than their very own, creating, molding, working hands. Leonardo da vinci said that “Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” And now, my very own hands, my God blessed, creating hands are killing me more than ever and I will see a hand specialist soon. Too soon and not soon enough.
Doctors had told me that the carpal tunnel surgery was a failure from 2 years ago and I ignored them. All the surgeries had added up to enough. And the lumbar fusion according to my pain management specialist is still at least a year from being healed totally and in his words, if ever.
Hmmm. We live in the unknowing. We believe we know. We really haven’t a clue. We search for meaning in that which has no explanation.
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