Writing Jesus’s Name in the Dust

March 6, 2010 at 10:54 am 4 comments

“I just love writing Jesus’s name in the dust,”  an acquaintance quoted her now ex-mother-in-law saying as they finished up a tour of the new home and life she and her partner had begun back in home territory after being gone for years and years.  I shared my story of a business guest noting after dinner, that “dusting isn’t really that important is it?”   My story was at least free of any lifestyle commentary, but we still laughed at the veiled disapproval and passive aggressive stance of “but I was really agreeing with you.”  I think not.

So here I am dusting someone else’s house and tempted by the light felted canvas on each surface, wanting to add a heart or smiley face or my name, tempted by that virgin space as cave dwellers, tree carvers, wet sidewalk signers and graffiti artists have been for ages.  Even my cat turned into a billboard, her pure white sides calling for decoration.  So one Christmas to amuse the kids – what was I thinking – I outlined a green Christmas tree on her side with washable, non-toxic marker (no animals were hurt in this process, only embarrassed).  Of course the kids shrieked in glee, but I had not thought through the consequences, that it opened the door of what next.  There was a year or so that Snowball sported many the seasonal symbol, but the fun stopped when both pre-teen and cat had hot pink hair.  Everyone got a bath then and the line was drawn.  No more decorating the cat.  But express ourselves we must,  and spray bottles and food color were purchased and the snowy yard turned into a 4-color diorama of sharks and waves and snow swimmers.  It was great.

So here’s to all those artists big and small, to expressing ourselves and encouraging others to let it out.  It makes me feel like Peter Pan, hands on hips ready to crow, “I did that!”  The expansive freedom of seeing a thought or idea come to life is so exhilarating, it becomes the definition of life itself, and I can’t wait for what’s next.


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  • 1. incidentalice  |  March 9, 2010 at 10:17 pm

    I used to have my students learn the parts of the horse and then would quiz them on Junior, an all-white-except-for-his-brown-ears pony – I gave them some charcoal and told them to label all the parts they knew. He was very tolerant.

    • 2. ericahostetler  |  March 10, 2010 at 8:58 am

      Snowball was very tolerant for the most part – she was embarrassed by the hot pinkness, though. She had her standards.

  • 3. imgettinskinny  |  May 22, 2010 at 12:19 pm

    Hilarious!! I’ve never decorated my white cat–well, not her hair anyway. I entered her in a Halloween contest last year and she was the only cat among a room full of loud, rowdy dogs. She did win 3rd place–probably just for tolerating the dogs!! I dressed her as a ballerina. 🙂

    So you say your cat does yoga with you? 🙂 I’m sure mine would love that!!

    White cats rock.

    • 4. ericahostetler  |  May 23, 2010 at 8:59 am

      White cats do rock – she was the best one ever! and yes, my cat loved yoga with me and would try to lay under me, which got in the way more often than not, but still, it was fun.


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