Just three days before Christmas it is.

This year I could not make Christmas blink stars in my front yard.

Only prepared a couple of  presents and wanted to have a joy  of giving somebody .

 

Today we missed the time to got a moment to feel joy, because of the sound of cleaning 

and the loud voice of my parrot. We will wait tomorrow another chance.

Everyday and every time he is stopping by my entrance.

The person is who delivers the news everybody have waited all along.

 

The person is the most important person in the world, isn't it?

I have many experiences to wait all day long the person in my whole life.

After crossing the Pacific Ocean in the line of process to become a USA citizen

we needed to wait letters from far away from our home.

 

I could not forget the tough memory, so I always remember the precious work of postman.

Actually I have a experience to lost one box of my third poem book ' The Feast'.

For 4,5 month of waiting was getting useless.

I feel sorry  and sad when I think about any time.

 

Every year we prepare a some present for our postman.

He is a kind and good person. We have a couple of years warm relationship together.

My puppy Happy is also waiting him, in the warm daytime Happy runs out to greet him.

He is an Asian,  I think we feel same kind of feeling about living here.

 

I wish he and his family could have a peaceful and gracious life in this country .

These days I remember the fact that there was another most important person for my Art  life.

We moved here Iowa City almost same time, because that was same year.

 

She was an Artist. I could not think about that fact seriously.

Because I was struggling with new missionary life and looking after my teenage children

in new place.

She was my University Alumni, and  little bit older.

She had a special free personality. I could feel about that, it was good memory.

 

We had a special relation. She loved to make a pretty bouquet for Sunday Worship Service. 

I could not understand why she said to me to start drawing and painting.

She gave me a sketchbook to start drawing. Now I keep that as  memory of her.

A couple of years after she returned to my home country as a Art professor of some Woman University.

I remember the day my husband and I moved her big canvases to help her exhibition by our van.

 

She loved our flower garden, some time she was sitting in the corner of garden waiting for us.

When it was decided her leaving day, she brought me to the shop I had never been.

The BLICK  is famous art material shop in Iowa City downtown. All the art students and artists use there.

She let me prepare all kind of materials of Art , tall easel, oil paint etc.

 

She talked to me just start to paint and after her retiring let's paint together.

I have waited long time almost twenty years, and at last I started to painting anyway.

And one water color painting is going around all along the world cross the ocean

with my essay book as a book cover.

 

What a incredible event it is.

God made a plan for me and then let me meet her, and then...

God made me writing a poet and essay , and painting his creation.

Maybe God talked to me to paint all my life before then, but I could not hear.

In my high school age my art teacher talked to me " Come over art room and paint".

I just thought that I need to study hard and get in the university where I studied.

 

I received a present from my friends yesterday. That was a BLICK Gift Card.

Now I am missing her the Great Artist who is  far away.

She sent me a word of 'Congratulation' about my Exhibition of Fine Art.

I am blessed person. Especially in this year 2018.

My first Exhibition was held October 14 in the Iowa City Public Library.

My essay book was advertised on the NEW YORK TIMES October 14 2018 surprisingly.

 

After one and half month I got the news from the publishing company.

 I am happy with all the happenings in this year.

Thanks to Heavenly Father  for making  the plans  for me.

I wish I want to thank you all my friends and all my guests of my blog.

 

Now I am just finishing the portrait of Jesus Christ.

He is always seeing my every sensitive language of body and mind.

I could not hide anything from his deep and thoughtful view.

 

I am wishing all kinds of merry

and lots of good memories

to you and yours this Christmas !!!

 

Youngsun (Chae) Cheong, Smile Pond