I had the wonderful opportunity to take advantage of the fruit of my compass this past Tuesday. Just when I was beginning to question the merit of my DMP statement, back in the beginning of November, someone reached out to me on Facebook offering a friendship. I looked to see on her page who I may know in common. She was a friend of a college art instructor of mine. Perfect! I returned the request for friendship and began to look at her page.
There I found a link to her artist website. On her website I saw an image that simply drew me in, I was smitten. There was an events tab that indicated that she taught classes! I could learn the technique, encaustic painting and perhaps my Dharma would get a jolt! There was a phone number, it was still early enough to call, and I was getting excited!
The phone rang at the gallery where I called, a woman answered, “Yes may help you?” I told her that I was inquiring about the class later in December. She said, “Class? Did you check the date?” I was online checking as we spoke on the phone. How could it be, in my haste I didn’t check the year! “I’m sorry the class was last December.” I laughed and told her that I was so excited that I had not even considered verifying the year.
And then it happened, the light that filled the room that let me know that the path was being cleared toward my purpose. She said to me, “This is a little strange, Carolyn just called me a little while ago with a date for the new class in January. You’ll be the first should you sign-up. The class fills quickly because there are only 5 students.” “Oh yes, please do sign me up. I’ll mail you a check first thing tomorrow!” I cheerfully stated.
Fast forward to this past Tuesday when I drove 60 miles to the little gallery on the Potomac River in Virginia. I spent the day learning a technique, sharing an experience with some really nice people and enjoying my newly rekindled desire to express myself. Carolyn the artist told me of her next gallery show with several other artist coming in February. One of her artist friends who will be showing his work stopped by the class and he and I had a chance to talk. Turns out we went to the same school and knew some of the same people.
Carolyn sent me the links to the gallery show in February. Loving my compass, I can’t wait…