Dear All Seasoners,
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A happy Valentine’s Day to you all.
If you don’t celebrate it, at least buy yourself a delicious dessert, or a box of chocolates!
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A special Valentine on an All Seasons’ Sunday.
Saw this on my hubby’s desktop
(which does not reveal the pic, only the number).
Opening up the image, it was to my surprise
the flower I had used to make
my invitation for a show
for my new neighbors in the street
They all came:)
Oil, 24 x 24 inch Love Remains.© St Germain.
This is the whole flower painting. My inspiration was
the shape of a trapezium (never would foresee in my
dislike for math in high school that it would
at one time give me a creative idea, lol).
A few years after the show I felt my backyard neighbor,
who is a Vietnam veteran, should have it.
As almost any veteran he had some form of PTSD
(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and had
many severe physical ailments.
Unbeknownst to me, this turned out to
be very special to him since his father
had a tattoo of a rose on his arm.
She held the door open, since I tried to go through it
with my arms full of painting supplies.
She began, “Remember the conference 3 weeks ago?”
How could I not? That weekend I had to learn
something the hard way.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She replied, “When I came through the door that second day, I was in so much pain with my teeth, and thought I didn’t have the money to go to the dentist. When I saw what you painted, my mouth almost fell to the floor “
She urged, “Please, tell me the truth. It’s very important!”
Inside I bristled. Why would I tell a lie?
I answered, “Of course!”
She went on, “I was stunned! I thought, how did she know that? I haven’t told anyone! It’s a secret! No one knows my grandmother had given me a blue diamond as an inheritance.
Did anyone tell you?”
I shook my head, “No one did. I just felt I needed to paint that.”
Oil, 24 x 24 inch, The Blue Diamond, ©St Germain
She should have known how I had battled with the same question, when I felt the day before I should paint a blue diamond.
I had reasoned with myself, why painting a diamond,
while the subject of the conference was about creativity in music?? It did not make any sense!
My logic won, and ended up painting something abstract.
But I felt miserable.
Having come home, I KNEW I had made a mistake,
and asked God to give me a second chance to paint
what he wanted me to paint the next day.
The moment she saw the blue diamond, she knew she did have the funds for the dentist! She asked me, “What should I do?”
Casually I determined, “That’s between God and you.”
A few years later, I saw her again and asked
her permission to tell this story. She did.
Sometimes love is putting your own agenda or logic aside,
for the benefit of only one person,
instead of the admiration of many.
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