Why do I have to go to the Denver Art Museum?

Today I visited the Denver Art Museum.  It is a place that, when I cannot handle the rest of the world, I retreat to for it's good humidity levels.

Having never been to the top of the parking garage, I decided to wander up, and what I found was a fabulous view of the city that I'm calling home these days.  It's hard to call a city home after lusting after so many others for years, but that's it.  Denver's home for now.  It's also a good home.

Today was a struggle, but it had elements of wonder.  Having started the day interviewing a potential new doctor, I felt wrecked. I don't know why I get so anxious about seeing doctors.  Maybe I think they'll tell me I'm making it all up and that I should just suck it up and move on.  Well, I'm not sure how to handle things right now, so I went to the art museum in hopes of a fresh perspective for the day.

I'm reminded of the term, "Grin and Bear It" - an old family cliché.  How often are the old memories and reminders of the past not the best tools to make our current decisions with?  

Angst on a father's face - La Famille du Saltimbanque: L’enfant Blessé by Gustave Doré

There is a painting at the museum in the North Building, European section that draws me back time and again.  The painting was created by Gustave Doré after he witnessed a traumatic event in the streets of Paris.  This painting (there are 2 versions) was one of his ways of coping with emotion.  Called La famille du saltimbanque: l'enfant blessé - The Family of Acrobats: the Injured Child.

I'm reminded each time I see this painting that accidents happen.  No one wants the worst out of life.  Sometimes circumstances are nothing less than unfortunate.