I recently found out that I am not
going to be able to return to coaching the boys JV Soccer team in the fall at
the school I was coaching at. I suppose I could rail against the decision
the school made, but that just isn’t me at this point. Years ago I would
have probably lashed out, but at this point I am sad and will miss my chance to
work with the youth that I had built a relationship with. But it has made
me come to a significant realization: Every moment we share with our
students or athletes is a gift.
I used to walk into museums and look at art pieces and
think, “Man that is so simple. I could
have done that!” I used to walk around
kind of arrogant and not really appreciating the art. As I grew older my perspective changed and I
started appreciating art in a different light.
Modern pieces are not always my favorite, but I can at least wonder what
exactly the artist is trying to say. The
work that was put into the piece was tremendous even if I cannot always relate
with the feelings the person was trying to convey.
Recently, in the Louisiana Museum of Art I
walked along an artist’s creation that had a gravel ground with a stream of
water flowing through the space, which carved its own path. The people in the space were quiet and almost
reverent as everyone took in the sight.
Years ago, I would have scoffed.
Today I marveled and wondered with all kinds of questions bursting forth
and I ended up looking through the book in the gift shop to try to find the
meaning. I didn't find it, but it was a
neat experience walking through what should have been outdoors inside as an
interactive art piece. So again, my mind
goes to the place it always goes: I
could have done that. All they did was
lay rocks in a way that caused a downhill slope and let water flow down
it.
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This was an amazing piece. Louisiana Museum of Art, DK |
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