Speed Bump, 8 x 24, collage/acrylic
Elizabeth W. Seaver
Rita, Fran and Rob just wanted a quiet ride in the country. Where did a citified speed bump come from in all that pastoral beauty? Only the artist knows for sure, (and she's not as reliable as she might be.)
That happens to us all, doesn't it? Life sails along, comfortable, relatively easy, and then, a speed bump appears in our path, knocking our front wheel up into the air, leaving us vulnerable to losing our hats and landing ignominiously on our tail feathers.
Landing, legs splayed, rear muddied, bike in the ditch can be viewed as an absolute tragedy. Or, perhaps as we are picking ourselves up and dusting ourselves off, we can think about things.
Oh, things like, am I on the right road? Is it time for a change? Perhaps one needs to don a helmet for safety, or one had such fun falling in the dirt it births a realization that life has become TOO safe.
I wish for you all that you take that journey/path/fall with the love and support of good friends around you. Ones who, once they have ascertained that you only got a bruise on your pride, may hoot and howl at your dusty form in the middle of the road, but will stick around to pick you up and make sure you are truly okay.
I have such friends. Thanks to you all. What would I do without you?