This month started out as my aspirational art month, but as you know my plans took a sharp left turn. I stood in the shower this morning and thought about what I was going to write and realized maybe I wasn't as far off track as I feared.
Maybe I'd just been using too narrow a definition for aspirational art. Opera and Oscar-nominated films are all very well, but there are different kinds of art that have the capacity to lift us up.
Up and down the halls of the hospital where I spent too much time last week, the walls are covered with art. And sometimes, when I was leaving or arriving or just searching for a bathroom, I stopped and gazed at those pictures. Something as basic as beauty has the power to pull me out of the moment and take me somewhere else.
Vistas, rooms with views and flowers can be transformative. Words, both the kind ones I've received from my friends close at hand and the well wishes from people all over the world, my ghostly internet and blogger friends who feel more and more real; those words can be a thing of beauty too, another art form.
Child #1 attended Montessori preschool and one of the things I learned during her sejour there (aside from the fact I was paying WAY too much for her to explore her tactile love of rolling on the carpet) is people thrive in beautiful surroundings.
So this is my thank you to everyone who's helped to make my environment more beautiful, with your words, flowers, smiles and hugs (both virtual and real).
This weekend, in the moments in between, I've been climbing into the attic and pillaging my fall box in search of things to make my home look beautiful. Fall flower arrangements and mantles decorated with gourds may not seem important, but like good friends, paintings on walls and lovely music, they make our environment a little more joyous.
And maybe, each of those things is its own special form of aspirational art, helping us thrive in its own particular way.