These days I am acquainted with many wonderful and amazing people because of my art. In these artists there exists the possible, the unusual, the unique, the weird and the beautiful, expressed in form, movement, sound, image, rhyme and probably a dozen other sorts of vents for the fire within. One such person is named Hope, and besides being a wonderful digital and photo artist, she is also a healer. I learned this because I mentioned having to fit a volunteering commitment in around a health issue.
Holding a small mixed media sculpture in front of me, Hope asked me to place my hands on two blue stones which were intregal to the piece. She held stones on the opposite side and closed her eyes. As perhaps a minute passed, I could feel a slight tingling in my arms, and then she opened her eyes and smiled, saying it had worked and that she could also feel my energy coming back to her.
Twenty-two hours later I was standing in line to pay for a delicious plate of organic, vegetarian food at The Table restaurant in Ottawa's west end. A young woman in front of me struck up conversation, as women will often do when sharing such a wait. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair simply parted, she radiated a glow that didn't come from make-up, and she brought to mind a painting from a long-ago art history class. Yes, the food is wonderful, no it isn't the first time I've eaten here. "I'm excited because I think there are things here my grandson could eat! He's allergic to lots of things; soy, dairy," I said.
"Do you mind if I pray for him?" she asked.
That statement somewhat startled me, but I don't think I let it show. Good grief, I thought, another wack-o Christian, but I replied sure, if she'd like to. I imagined she meant later, so it was quite surprising to hear her - still glowing and radiating that beautiful, peaceful smile - speaking words of blessing softly beside me. Even more surprising was that no particular god or son thereof was being mentioned.
"What is your name?" she asked, "Judy," I answered, and she ended her words of blessing with "and his grandmother, Judy, to whom he brings so much joy."
And then she turned and walked away.
I joined my husband at a small table near the window and told him that I thought I had just met an angel.
Were the encounters with these two women coincidence? I'll never know, but they profoundly impressed me and gave me a great deal of food for thought.
The painting posted here is Botticelli's Madonna. I have not been able to find the image that came to my mind at The Table, but this one is similar to it and would be perfect if Madonna were radiantly smiling.
My life is indeed blessed. May prayers and healing be affirmed.
Monday, November 05, 2012
Posted by Judy on Monday, November 05, 2012