Anxiousness tapping at every part of my flesh. Mind quiet. Stirring, Stirring. Time to write. Most often unaware of the words my fingers will form. Gazing, Gazing around the room. The scent next to me capturing my attention rising from the fragrant vessel next to my bed. Reaching over lured in by the smell. Transported back to the birth place of my tiny treasure.
Stepped into Paradise Sweets where my love affair with the caramel macchiato was rekindled. Out the door paradise in hand being captured by notes floating upon the ocean air. Carried to a sandy sanctuary where steel drums offered up sounds of praise and worship. Eyes becoming fixed upon tiny clay vessels. Not one resembling the other. Each complimented by tall clear bottles filled with oil. Inviting smile requesting I come closer. A dab on his left arm and a dab on the right. Frankincense on one Myrrh on the other. Senses becoming clothed in richness. Carefully choosing a turquoise vessel. Pouring two together within the clay making them one. Most assuredly I carry in my vessel the aroma of Proverbs 31.
I must share with you a bit about Lenzer, the artist behind those tiny fragrant vessels. He works with Youth Arts Corp. in Tampa walking hand and hand in the studio with his students. He said of his students that they have such strong aesthetic ability that needs to be caught before it turns into something else. He teaches them how to make a living selling their art. He also teaches them to recognize and take to the heights the ability God has given them. Listening to Lenzer speak on the beach that Sunday morning as steel drums played behind us, we were taught that everything has been touched by an artist.
