In my meanderings at a park yesterday I came upon this Coke bottle with daffodils sitting on a picnic table almost beckoning to be noticed. With no people in sight I wondered who might have put it there and why. It drew me in to ponder more closely the evidence of it’s presence.
My intention was to find a spot to paint, and as I did, I found myself staying in close range to this object of delight. It seemed to speak quite loudly to me. I felt a happy aura in my midst. It seemed as though a special bouquet had been left for me and others who might pass by. There was nothing attached to it’s presence other than kindness and beauty. A few freshly picked daffodils smiling brightly in a “Coke” bottle on what could be characterized as a rather grey and overcast day.
I went about my business and painted. No one came to retrieve the arrangement that had so quietly seeped into my being. There were passers by over the few hours I was there. Yet no one seemed to notice what I did. Was it my imagination?
As it became time to go, I couldn’t resist taking a few photos of this seemingly random “gesture” to record and preserve my experience. Swiftly sending it to my daughter on text. I hoped to pass on my experience and excitement. She was intrigued and thankful.
With my bags and easel packed, I slowly walked away, leaving with something far more powerful than I expected. Delivered through a simple “gesture” and an art full thought who’s creator I will never know.
Perhaps that’s why I ended up at that location. It wasn’t my first choice.
Gestures of this kind have a magnitude. Freely given, without want of recognition they contain a magic like no other. All that’s required is for one to notice.