A Life of Importance
I had the honor in my life here in Zionsville to meet a woman who was full of life and full of passion for whatever path her heart followed. Our lives had connections that were discovered by us as we got to know one another over several years and I would suspect that we would have uncovered many more. She was a painter and through those works and sketches- she touched lives and shared a bit of hereself on every canvas. Her outreach and openness went far beyond the edges of her canvas however and on Friday evening that was clearly evident. The Munce Art Center and Sullivan Museum were filled with her paintings- many from her own home which were shared by her family and many from private collections- all hung as a tribute to her beautiful gift of creativity. While the walls were full of her art work, the rooms were filled with her friends and those who were most fortunate to have had her cross their paths in life. That, for me, spoke much more vividly than the colors and brushstrokes.
She was a person whose life mattered. A woman who lived her life in a way that had depth, substance and left it’s mark on others. I can only hope that my life will perhaps make a difference, add to the world, and with the gifts that I have been given as we all have, share with those who I meet and engage.
“We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who cross our paths. No life, no experience can pass us by without changing our lives forever.”
Cynthia Van Tassel Yeo- a life that truly mattered.
