For years my favorite art works were those with light just around the corner. (Music too. I thrilled to Just Around the River Bend from Pocahontas and other songs with a yearning for something just out of reach.) I have this print hanging in my dining room at home:
It has been my very favorite painting in the National Gallery of Art since I was first introduced to it the year I finished high school. The print on our wall pales in comparison to the original, so I was excited to drag David to see it when we were in Washington D. C. last summer. Finally standing in front of it with my honey, I was surprised to find that it no longer had the same effect on me that it used to. In fact, my favorite this time around was a very large painting just flooded with present light:
It didn't take me long to figure out why the change of preference. Now, at this time in my life, I'm living the dream that has always been dearest to my heart. I am no longer yearning for the next bend in the river. I am content. I am basking in present light, all day every day, as a wife and a mother. I never want to be anywhere else.
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