Arts 2001 Week 4: Application

Illuminated: Kim Amorio (5/11/2010)

I had a dream that a broken vessel lay in the mud on a dark

windy day. Some of the pieces stuck in the mud, as others were

carried away by the wind. There was no light, only gloom; the

scattered pieces seemed to disappear into the darkness of the

shadows while the muck gripped the remaining hardened clay. I

was deeply saddened by the state of the urn that was once so

beautifully crafted, for now it was of no good use; it was unable to

hold beauty within and had been tossed out like trash into the

dimness of obscurity. Just as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, as if

to comfort me, I awoke.

I sat up in my bed and saw the vessel atop my chess with a

beautiful shaft of light illuminating the richness of it’s center

(Freeman, 2007 pg 110). The parallel light rays refracting its

spherical surface created a sense of caustic accompaniment. I was

comforted in knowing that the vessel was not rejected but

celebrated by the enlightenment of the sun. The drab wall behind

it harmoniously complimented the bright symbolic green tones

and textures in the vase.

Outside, it was windy but bright. Water that was murky in my

dream seemed more transparent than conceivable. The same light

that shown through the window was now lighting my path, even

in this miry situation. As I kneeled to take the photo, I realized

the metaphor and began to weep. I was the vessel, beautifully and

wonderfully made, bound by nothing, and had never been alone

or tossed away, but cherished and illuminated by the One who

made me. Light had shone on truth, exposing the lie and I knew

that I would be forever useful to my Maker.