"what, this ground here?" i can hear moses say, incredulously, in my imagination. "this ground isn't holy. i've been walking on it for ages! its just rock and dirt. it looks like this for miles, with only the occasional green spot and sheep mess to mark it. surely you can't be serious."
"oh yes, i am serious," replies the smoldering small tree, in my imagination, " and don't call me shirley. i know it doesn't look like much, but you need to open up your eyes and realize that every stone, every sheep mess, every nook and cranny and cell and atom is bursting with mystery and magic. you need to step out from under the spell that the status quo has put on you, and look around, as if for the first time, at the wonder you are constantly surrounded by: the wind, the breath, the spirit. it is astounding. it is breathtaking. it is holy. now remove those nasty sandals."
okay, maybe the bush wouldn't say 'nasty.' then again, maybe it would. who knows if bushes have a bit of a sense of humor or not? i sort of like to think that they do. obviously they like to quote from the movie airplane.
in any case, i already wrote about this last week. i don't know why i'm writing about it again, other than to show you that i was inspired this weekend to represent the story as it was banging around in my heart in a visual way. in other words, i made a collage. and here it is:
"right where you are"
mixed media collage (found papers, marker, crayon, acrylic paint, glue on stretched canvas)
10 1/4" x 18" x 2 1/4 (the edges are painted black)
gregory a. milinovich