Life is Like a Kaleidoscope, Watching Beautiful Forms Change

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The word kaleidoscope literally means a beautiful form watcher.

Life is like being inside a “beautiful form watcher”. Everyday brings a new picture of changing forms and colours, some more beautiful than others.

Sometimes the colours and shapes are dark and ominous looking and at other times  bright, happy colours and  shapes dance through the day.

On the one hand life deals us the sad events like death in a family and on the other hand beautiful happy events balance the sad ones.

Such a happy event in our family is the birthday of our twins which is later this week. The birth of the twins was a traumatic time as they were born 6 weeks prematurely and both had to stay in hospital for more than six weeks due to complications. It was a time of darkness and ominous looking forms in the kaleidoscope of my life with possibilities of permanent hearing loss, neurological complications, developmental delays and many more looming in the picture.

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When they eventually came home I spent the whole winter in the house with them too scared to expose them to the outside world as their immune systems were so compromised.  The kaleidoscope turned slowly and the picture became  brighter and more colorful, eventually forming  the beautiful picture of two young adults on the brink of life today.

No matter what forms and colours the turn of the kaleidoscope brings, I have faith that my Father in heaven is the One who controls the turn of the kaleidoscope and He knows  when to deal which colours and forms to my life.  He is also the One who gives me strength to cope with the colour and shape of the day.

I look back on  our lives and can truly agree with the prophet Jeremiah in

Lamentations 22:22-23

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

 they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness. 

The L List: Wannabe Picasso

Tools of the trade

One of the things on my living list is to learn to paint. I took the plunge a while ago keeping in mind the words of a wonderful older lady. At the age of 80 plus she still paints and says: ” If I am  feeling  out of sorts I paint. After transferring all the feelings onto the canvas, I throw it away as it has served its purpose” ( In Afrikaans she said: ” Ek verf al my geite weg en dan gooi ek dit weg!” )

I thought if she could approach painting in such a way so can I.  After all it doesn’t matter if the painting isn’t perfect.  So there I was, everything ready staring at a blank canvas! What  an intimidating and scary feeling. No classes yet, just me, the paint, the canvas and the brushes.If I don’t try I will never know whether I can do it.

My youngest daughter had art as subject at school and she gave me basic ideas. The first few  canvasses did indeed end in the  trash! It looked horrible. Not only did I mix the wrong colours together, ending with sick looking greys and  greeny browns but the perspectives were quite wrong. Nevertheless, I enjoyed messing around with the paint and brushes and resolved to try again.

After many trials and stops and starts, I at last painted something which was more or less acceptible, not yet hang on the wall acceptible but at least not the throw away immediately type.

I still think I need to attend art classes and it stays firmly on my to do living list