Your time will come, in a timely manner

Your time will come in a timely manner, and what is a timely manner anyway? Is it when we think it should be, or is it when it is supposed to be?

Have you ever thought that your time has come and gone? I seem to move in my own timing, so when a reader presented this question I knew the feeling. Whether we live behind or ahead of the “moment” there is a time that seems right and a time that is right.

The artist who lives on the next idea and vision is probably ten years ahead of the rest of the world and knows the frustration. When the world finally gets us, the artist has gone on.

A writer from Minnesota asked this question:

“What happens if you wait your turn, maybe you even push and prod and negotiate to get your turn to happen and then when it does, no one cares? They are onto something else, they leave you, they don’t participate in “your turn,” they walk away, and there you are. This is my fear, my greatest fear — that when it is my turn it will be too late. We fight the envy that others get their turn in a timely manner.”

On the other hand, I believe that some of us go too fast. My sweet Al’s favorite saying about me is that “I ride off without the horse.” OK already, I do jump too quickly, decision making comes easy for me. Not always do I make the right decision, but I continue to move from one idea to the next. I am now learning to slow down. Is there a payoff for my brilliant ideas? Usually not immediately. Sometimes they come in a way that I didn’t expect and would have totally missed if I hadn’t been perceptive to what was happening.

So how do we mesh with time and space and find our purpose and see it too completion? As artists and believers I don’t believe we live out our completion in time and space, but in spirit. The wisest man who lived wrote this, “Eternity is in the heart of men, yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”

A friend asked me to talk to her 82 year-old mother, Carmelita, and write down her thoughts. Her question was: “Do we ever wonder what our parents are thinking?” I wrote her mother’s eulogy over 15 years ago. It was then put out of sight and forgotten, but it would be for the day when it would be read to her family after she passed on. Well, I received an e-mail from my friend whose mother was put to rest yesterday. It reads, “The highlight of the day was your profile of Carmelita. How could we have known who it was going to touch?  My God, Slade... if you ever questioned God, stop questioning him tonight. In the midst of at least 300 people there was not one person untouched by the words you penned relevant to my mother.”

At the time I talked to Carmelita she was spry, full of life, music and memory. Towards the end of her life, at 97years old, she had lost most of the luster of life, but her thoughts years ago brought back memories to those who loved her and knew her in the days of her youth.

This e-mail served as a reminder to me that what we do today is probably for another time and another reason. The wisest man that lived also said, “Truth lingers throughout Eternity.” Be in truth and be you. The answer is in the heart of Eternity.

So, to the reader in Minnesota, it is never too late! Everything has a season, and everything comes around again, like a spiral. The stage might be empty now, but it doesn’t mean the play is over, they are just changing scenery, costumes, lighting and characters. Maybe it is time for intermission and applause. Maybe your character doesn’t play until the last act. And when it is your time, your lines will be much richer, much deeper, much more meaningful and much more rewarding.

The final brushstroke: Who would have believed that a reader from Minnesota would catch my act on the stage of Pagosa?

Comment from a reader

“I read your article written for the co-op and have this comment for your friend who wasn’t sure about your new art. You should remind her that art is not made to show people what they already can see, but to open their vision to possibilities never seen by themselves or others. It is not for her to see “what you see”, rather, it is for her to let her imagination help her to see that which no one has seen before.” Along the same line, and said differently,” A painter showed me what he painted, but an artist showed me why he painted.”

Clint Watson

At the Co-op

Middle school artists: The Pagosa Artisans’ Co-op will hosta reception for you on March 15, from 1-4 p.m. The winners will be announced then. There will be fiorst-second and third-place awards for artists in fifth and sixth grades. The reception will be held at the Pagosa Artisans’ Co-op, 150 Pagosa St. The artwork will remain in the Co-op for the month of March.

Weekly drawing

As a thank you for your support and a way of showing our appreciation for the people of Pagosa Springs, the Co-op is having a weekly drawing. For the week of Feb. 28, the winner is Cynthia Peironnet, receiving a certificate from Artemisia Botanicals Co. Each week we start a new drawing, so be sure to stop by and drop your name in the bowl.

Join the Co-op

Be a part of the Co-op with its 36 artists and craftsmen. Call Patti at 946-7765 for more details.

Quote for the Week:

“I would like to recapture that freshness of vision which is characteristic of extreme youth when all the world is new to it.” — Henri Matisse.


Photo courtesy Cynthia Lindsay
Cynthia Lindsay has new pieces of stained glass at the Pagosa Artisans’ Co-op.  These pieces can be hung or free standing.  “Unearthed Treasure” is black glass with an insert of turquoise and copper glass.