I was gladly impressed and touched by the colorful and wonderful art of Esther Ziher-Ginczinger. Her exhibition took place in our city Brunssum in Limburg ,The Netherlands. She talks directly to the heart of the child we all have inside. Her stories are meaningful, easy to connect with and they have plenty of that innocence we all need in our daily lives. She is refreshing and alive and she reflects it in every piece of this wonderful exhibition. You can visit her website at http://www.e-ster-art.com/
Life is holy and mysterious. Every thing that happens to us in our lives is directly linked to a next step we need to take in order to learn from it. Every event in our lives teaches us something we will need in our future and we can seldom avoid the pain experienced in those crucial moments. I wanted to share with you something that happened to me long time ago and I do it so someone out there can receive some kind of hope from my experience.
I have met some bad friends and it has really been difficult to to understand that I had to take distance from them if I wanted to be happy. I have distanced myself from those friends now but there was a time when, like a drug that I could never give up, I couldnt keep distance from their presence in my life.
I always let them approach me in the intimacy of my home, in the sacred sanctum of my thoughts . Countless times I failed to choose what was best for myself if I was with them.
I struggled to find my own inspiration but it was as if this friends of mine owned me and directed every step I took. I was blind and helpless if they held my hand. They were tall and strong… they ate all my food and drank all my water. They silenced my voice.
A special day I realized that I could not go on serving two lords… I had to choose if I served the lord of my friends ..or I served the Good Lord who was always knocking on my door and never gave up on me even if I never even gave Him a good look. I have heard Him calling from afar but he was too boring for me in that time and my friends were so much fun until the day came I lied destroyed and abandoned by them in the empty valley of sorrow.
I thought those friends would be there to support me and get me out of any mess I could get into but they were gone as soon I fell into the darkest abyss of my mistakes. Cruel deceivers they were.
As I laid there in the deepest darkness of the empty silence… suddenly in a magical moment I opened my heart for the first time ever to a dim light that offered some rest to my soul which laid naked in this narrow and dirty hole .
I heard the gentle voice of someone who used to always knock on my door and call me from afar. I raised my eyes and there He was with a giant smile on his face and a long rope in his hands to help me get out of that dark and empty abyss. I reached the top just when he gave me his hand and gave me a last pull to freedom . He then hugged me as if he was welcoming a lost daughter , as if he had always been there waiting to help me in times of trouble. His eyes filled with tears as He watched mine for the first time watching His… He said… Im so happy to see you unharmed.. come I will take you home where the truth is.
Since that day I have enjoyed his presence and the many blessings he has pured over my head. Sacred ointment of peace and love in my heart . In my house the only door that opens is that one for my friend and keeper The Wisdom . My other friends.. called envy, anger, rebellion, lack of love, hate , indifference, overindulgence, lust, pride and lies that used to destroy me are kept far away from my beautiful palace. The light that shines in me does not allow them to find their way back to me. They left me there in that bizarre place abandoned to my luck . Fortunately they were wrong to think that I was lost forever in their trickery and malice.
My life began when I held His hand and when He with those eyes full of love and certainty held me against His loving self and in that supreme moment He made me a complete self for ever.
Evy Pineda
Cuando los anos pesan en los ojos sabes que has vivido, amado y llorado. Las generaciones tienen que aprender las unas de las otras, pues no todo esta dicho aun. Los jovenes aprenden de la sabiduria que se desprende de la experiencia de sus mayores y los mayores a su vez se ayudan a recordar con la inocencia y la vitalidad de los mas jovenes.
Recordar y poner en practica las experiencias de antano es algo dificil para los mas adultos como igualmente dificil es , aquietar el ansia loca de los corazones de los jovenes impetuosos de hoy. Si pudieran fundirse en un abrazo eterno la alegria y la sobriedad reinaria en este nuestro mundo la igualdad, la fraternidad y la justicia.
Evy Pineda