I was thinking during a walk today about my love for Madeleine Vionnet. I thought how strange it is that I could (A). Love a person that I've never met and (B). Love a person that died before I was born. Mind you, she died only a month before I was born.
Anyway, when I think of this love, it reminds me very much of the way I used to think of my love of Heavenly Father. I publicly professed my love for Heavenly Father every now and then in F&T meetings and similar venues. Of all the supernatural ideas I believed in, my love of God (and His love back to me) was the most solid. I could proclaim this idea with greater fervor than any other. Sure, I said I believed Joseph Smith was a prophet and the Book of Mormon was true, but I really, really believed in the love of God.
So, here I am, in love with this talented artist of the past. All I have are pictures of her and her wonderful creations. My interactions with her are all in my mind. I can't explain to any of you how or why this happened to me. I just feel it. I like to think about her when I feel a lack of inspiration and/or motivation. I'm not sure whether she really hears my thoughts as I mentally reach for her. I make a leap of faith that maybe she does hear me and maybe she enjoys helping people.
It feels about the same.
Have a very fabulous day!
Zee.
For reference:
Dress by Madeleine Vionnet, 1938.