Look for the Morning in everything…

I experienced one of my most deepest acts of encouragement to a youth and her mother the other year when I painted 15 digital paintings for Mother’s Day…I had asked each student to pick out a photo they liked from a magazine. I told them I would paint something for their mother for Mother’s Day. Ms Terry was one of those students. When I presented the one I painted for her and her mother, her life-smile of gratitude became the one I treasured the most: I guess, it was that something of a surprise that was needed by her and her mom. The poem was just something that spurged out of me just as an extra; just for her mom…I was never around to meet her mom, but I can never forget Ms. Terry’s smile of appreciation; for I have brain-brailled it on the insides of my skull, right near the sub cortical loci that makes one smile, so that every time I muse on this experience the picture of her smile would flash just there on my wall.…

I have no other favorite time of the year than Mother’s Day, because, through years, I have found where the best mornings really are…The moment I became a loved son, I am told, was in my mother’s most painful month. That was the day I saw the cold flood of birthing lights for the first time. Like most newborns, I was not happy—and with screaming, still wet lungs, I let the whole hospital rooms know…But later, there, in the afterbirth room, was where my  first morning had sought and found me…So, now, I search to find its every estate…I see mornings in everything—they just spill out. Through a glass darkly I stare for it—and it just sparkles back stereoscopically, like Bob Ross, the painter, used to say, ‘Just that easy…’ I have found it in all venues, whether high or low, hidden or demonstrative, with the good, and even in behind the bad: It just wants to be found.
 
I think mornings are most chiefly to be found in words, and over the years of affirming this thought, I have penned and used maxims like: The more words you know, the more jobs you can get; the more words you know, the more words you see with; the more words you know, the more motherly you can be. Beyond the commons that lie in these rules, however, can be discovered this finding: The more words you know, the more words you will have when you try to explain all the mornings you have ever seen.

It is your lifts and your surprises that you experience in these mornings which help you build your  integrity; that give you heart, and give it faster than any one person or tangible gift can do.  All things are valuable, but the more mornings you have, makes you more valuable indeed: to yourself first, and then to the masses around you.  In their down moments, those beside you can look to you for a morning that is missing. Therefore, in all our gettings, we must look between, in, by, around, and for the morning in everything.

—Dumas fils 

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As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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