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?
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.