I run into Virginia about once a month. She confidently approaches each table and asks if anyone is interested in purchasing her art. She is turned down more often than not, but the rejection doesn't seem to phase her, she simply moves on to the next person.
You see, Virginia has down syndrome. Her paintings only cost $5.00. For a literal steal, people are given the opportunity to purchase a little slice of heaven and then hang it on their wall. I don't know of many artists who would charge so little for their work, yet Virginia creates and shares and brings beauty to others, when they are willing to receive it.
We proudly own several Virginia Peacock originals. We display them on a wall just by our main entrance. It is my privilege to experience their wonder and beauty several times a day, and I am reminded of a poem by the Sufi Master, Hafiz, which says,
Between a good artist
And a great one
Will often lay down his tool
Then pick up an invisible club
On the mind's table
And helplessly smash the easels and
Whereas the vintage man
No longer hurts himself or anyone
And keeps on
What brought you joy today?