I mentioned in my Small Things post this week that I had been reading about Frida Kahlo. She was an incredibly passionate, clever woman who lived her life with a great deal of pain. Her style choices, such as wearing traditional Mexican clothes and darkening her eyebrows and moustache, were made to make political points, as was claiming her birth year was the same year as the Mexican Revolution. Everything she did expressed her pain and passion. Her art included an image of herself in a pool of blood following a miscarriage, a woman lying stabbed to death, painted in response to her discovery of her husband’s affair with her sister, and a self portrait in which she holds a dedication to her lover, Leon Trotsky. Kahlo’s life made a statement to the world, one that said she would make her own choices, and one which both expressed and defied her emotional and physical pain.
The article really made me think about what my life says to the world.
When I think back over the week, I’m not that sure that I like everything my life has said. I was so tired on Thursday that everything I said was tinged with raw negativity. On some days at work, the way I carry myself says ‘I’m fed up’ far louder than anything else. When I look back to my New Year’s Resolutions to ‘see God’s goodness and share it’ and to ‘keep hoping’, I wonder if, three months in, I’m really still living like these are my priorities or not.
Frida Kahlo’s passions were about politics, freedom of choice, feminism. I want to think about what I’m passionate about and how I live that out, and I want to make sure that my life’s message is a positive one.
Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God’s living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives… 1 Corinthians 3: 3, The Message version of the Bible