One of my favorite movies is “Signs” and I recommend it to
many people. In fact it is bit of a running joke. Sure it stars the rambling off-his rocker Mad
Max and the future Man in Black. There are crop circles and aliens and tin foil
hats. But the real reason to see it is for
one scene where the brothers (Mel and Joaquin) have the most succinct and
reasonable discussion about faith:
What kind of person are you? Do
you believe things happen for a reason or are things nothing more than random
chance?
As an artist, teacher, and generally curious person, I am
always questioning the universe and my place in it. Even as a kid when my Dad was lecturing me, I
would interrupt him with my argument, “but wait…” And since I am a white,
middle class, educated, smart, reasonably healthy and attractive American-my
place in the universe should be pretty good. I have some talent. A great
spouse, family, and friends. My business not only survived the recession but we
have done relatively well. So why all of a sudden was I out of synch? Maybe I was taking things for granted? I was letting small things like petty
business competition on Facebook bother me and larger issues like politics
overwhelm me. My body and mind were tired. Even as I pushed harder, I
felt more behind.
What kind of person are you? Do
you believe things happen for a reason or are things nothing more than random
chance?
My good friend Suzanne let me know that a mutual friend was
diagnosed with ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. Cindy is a designer that had taken a
cabinet class with me and whenever I would see her (we travel in a lapping
social circle) she would tell me how much fun it had been. She wanted to take
another one. Now that wouldn’t
happen. Suzanne had graciously offered
to faux finish the new rooms in Cindy’s home that would accommodate her
wheelchair and hospital bed. Our friend Julie was also helping. Was I in?
What kind of person are you? Do
you believe things happen for a reason or are things nothing more than random
chance?
I had classes on-going and a new workout schedule (I thought
I had the physical weakness at least figured out). How would being around a debilitated
person help with my own depression? But
I went. I like Cindy and couldn’t imagine what it was like for her or her family. Plus Suzanne had way more on her plate then
me and she was willing to help. So we
troweled, and foiled, and glittered, and glazed. Then Cindy wanted a mural. Something really
simple. Three little birds. Cardinals-my
favorite. On a Birch branch-also a
favorite. Could I paint it?
Rise up this morning. Smiled with the risin sun. Three little birds.
Pitch by my doorstep.
Sure. It was simple.
She let me select the design which was two fat cardinals on the branch
and one in flight. We have a family of cardinals
that have lived in our backyard for over 8 years. In winter I see those bright red coats in the
snow. They make me happy. I painted the
whole thing in less than 3 hours. She was thrilled. I felt bad-it had been so
simple. I didn’t see her for a few weeks and then she texted me asking if I
wanted to get some old cabinets from her home to use for class. Bruce and I
picked them up. She couldn’t move any more.
Singin sweet songs.
Of melodies pure and true. Sayin this is my message to you…
Suzanne texted me a few months later that Cindy had
died. I was sad but knew her suffering
was over. Cindy was a person of faith and I knew her family had comfort in
that. Was I going to the wake? I was in
the middle of a week- long class. I had a guest staying at our home. It was hot and I was mentally and physically
tired. I didn't even know Cindy that well. Suzanne called after attending and
said people asked about the cardinals.
In fact, that simple mural had meant a lot. I should go.
The church was by my house. I should go. So I changed my clothes and I
went-with stain on my hands. There was
only one parking spot in the shade, under a large tree. I stood in the line to offer my condolences.
And I spoke with her father and mother at length about the cardinals. Her Mom shared with me that she enjoyed art
and making things with her hands. I was thinking I was glad I went and relieved I
could go home when I saw it sitting on the branch above my car.
One single large cardinal.
Don’t worry about a
thing. ‘Cause everything little thing gonna be alright.
I don’t know the why or
the how but I understood the what. Be open to the Universe. It is
trying to lead me to answers.
I am the person that believes things happen for a reason.
And every little thing is gonna be alright.