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BEATO ANGELICO

IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE

Beato Angelico (Fra Angelico), “Nativita” (“Nativity”), Museo di San Marco, Florence, Italy

I was going to write something else tonight, other than what I now have in mind with the candles glowing, the holiday dinner now over, the kindness of friends and even a stranger calling earlier with happiness and love to share, the two trees as sweetly trimmed as ever two trees could be.  When I approached the site to type my words, on the television appeared “It’s A Wonderful Life” (Directed by Frank Capra starring Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed) and I realized that, it is a wonderful life (“the moonbeams will dissolve and then shoot out the tips of your fingers and the ends of your hair…”).

And so I decided to just write the moment’s appearances, what’s in place as I write this, and not what I’d earlier planned.

Every year past, this same film, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” has been shown on numerous television channels, and, every year as I watch, I realize that, yes and again, it is a wonderful life (and a wonderful movie), that there’s nothing so terrible at work or play in our lives to make for life not being wonderful. Life is good. Life is the beautiful thing. Life is, like time, all there is while it’s underway including all the promise of futures and climbs ahead, but, for a certainty, life and time in the moment really are all there is:  that there is when we are here in this material, physical world.

It is by faith that we know there is eternity available.  But try as I do to imagine the hereafter, I can’t except to write that I believe it is, that it remains for this physical life of mine a promise by faith of what I believe will be, but lack ability to imagine for now.  Imaging eternity is like living in two places at one time in one moment, both:  not possible except by faith, by belief in the possibility of such a new and profound place.

So I think about the absence of what I haven’t created and how it is that dutifully attending to the present often prevents the creative from being as we are preoccupied with practical concerns — the creative is faith of sorts, and for Christians, such as myself, it is faith by branch:  I effort to create that which I perceive by faith.  When I am not engaged in that, I also find I am little involved in the exercise of my faith.

Fra Angelico — Beato Angelico as he came to be referred to (“…he was called Angelico [Italian for “angelic”] and Beato [Italian for “blessed”]) — is my favorite painter because he inspires me so.  His major works were painted by hand in tempera on plaster walls by dim or sunlight, and he exercised his faith, most certainly, by and through his paintings.  I most enjoy his obvious hand movements as seen in the application of the paint, his reworkings and overdrawings on certain paintings reflecting his reconsiderations and very thoughts as he worked, his larger-than-homespun sincerity in his work, his wonderful life revealed in his wonderful, unabashed adorations of Christ and the mysteries of the Holy Trinity.

To anyone who has visited this site and found nothing since early November, the time has come to put the blog on a schedule and abandon the scheduleless.

I thank any and all who may have visited BIRD in the recently vacant times, looking for new times, but, times have been rougher than usual with a few bumps as to my portion of what’s available to write about, as also within my heart space, all since the past Summer forward — that’s where the “bumps” come into the picture, those set-aside delays necessary when conditions are more challenging than usual and time to muse or create gets put aside.  But time, like life, brings all that ever was and will be.

So Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Blessed, Happy Holidays.

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