It’s no secret I come from a long line of determined women, my great-grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother. Since they have gone to that beautiful next chapter in the sky, I’ve been the recipient of some unexplained gifts that I attribute to this trio of stubborn and quite bossy guardian angels. I picture the three of them gathered around my Mother’s kitchen table, stirring sugar into their iced tea, talking, and laughing together over we fickle ones with our feet still adhered to earth.
Constant reminders and little “gift messages” are dropped into my path from these denizens of my happiness. When I am calm and not fretting about things, I see them. One such message landed in my email box last night. It was a thank you note from a new artist, a beginning painter from Oklahoma, who had just signed up for my online class. She had something in common with my great-grandmother, the matriarch of our family, something integral and life changing, and rare. But I’ll tell you more about that in just a moment.
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My great-grandmother Nanny was a bundle of busy-ness, gardening, cleaning, and raising a large family. She and her husband lived in a large 2-story home in Palestine, Texas, and he worked as a lineman for the railroad, swinging a lantern to signal the trains. She could tell what a plant was by tasting or smelling a leaf. She turned on her gas stove by placing her fingers lightly on a burner and pulling them back the moment she felt the flame. My great-grandmother lived a long life, into her 80s, and was fiercely independent after her husband died. But there is one thing about Nanny I haven’t told you: She was blind. Diagnosed with glaucoma in her 20s, she lost her vision soon afterward. Glaucoma treatments did not exist then, at least not the ones we have today.
Yesterday, I received an email from Cyndi, a student from Oklahoma who shared that she, too, was diagnosed with glaucoma in her 20s. Cyndi is 51 today and describes herself as the proud owner of stents in both of her eyes. She said when things took a turn for the worse with her eyesight, she wanted to challenge herself visually and not let the disease run her life. She began painting along with some of my Youtube videos, and signed up for my online class a few weeks ago. She just happens to have an amazing glaucoma specialist nearby, Dean McGee, at the Eye Institute, in Oklahoma City.
There are no accidents, and every person we meet in our lives is placed in our paths for a reason. Cyndi’s note was a reminder to me that my perceived life challenges are small compared to what so many are going through. Cyndi always wanted to learn to paint, and decided to tackle her dream head on. In Cyndi’s words, my great-grandmother did not let her blindness define her. The older I get, the more I perceive a fabric that we artists are all weaving together, building, fashioning and sending our creations out into the universe. It connects us and it’s up to each of us how strong the fabric will be, and whether the threads will be straw or titanium. Paint it beautifully and with joy, you only get one of these wild, magical lives, you intrepid artist, you!
PS: Something absolutely magical is coming your way – Paint Brilliant Italy, my new 6-week online class, is now open for registration! Learn more here!