The Artistry of Skiing: A Lesson from the Past

Dear friends, today I’d like to share a tale from my younger days, a story that taught me a valuable lesson about artistry and its presence in the most unexpected places. This story is about a skiing trip, but it’s also about much more than that.

The Unexpected Skiing Trip

It was the winter of ’78, and I found myself on a skiing trip in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. Now, I was no expert skier, far from it. I was more of a novice, still finding my feet, or should I say, skis.

The Unlikely Artist

One day, while struggling to keep my balance, I noticed a fellow skier. He was older, much like I am now, and he moved with a grace and fluidity that was mesmerizing. He wasn’t just skiing; he was painting with his skis, each stroke a testament to his mastery and control.

The Lesson Learned

Watching him, I realized that artistry isn’t confined to a canvas or a piece of marble. It’s in every action we perform, every decision we make. It’s in the way we choose to move through life. That skier, he was an artist. His canvas was the snow, his brush the skis, and his art was his path down the mountain.

Artistry in Our Lives

So, what does this mean for us? It means that we are all artists, in our own unique ways. Whether you’re a writer, a gardener, a teacher, or a parent, you have the opportunity to create something beautiful every day. Your life is your canvas, and your actions, your art.

Remember, friends, artistry isn’t about perfection; it’s about expression. It’s about finding joy in the process, not just the product. So, go out there and create your masterpiece, one brushstroke at a time.

Until next time,

Kev