{"id":13957,"date":"2026-04-10T06:50:32","date_gmt":"2026-04-10T10:50:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rickollie.com\/?p=13957"},"modified":"2026-04-10T07:17:14","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T11:17:14","slug":"a-visit-to-the-detroit-institute-of-arts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rickollie.com\/es\/2026\/04\/10\/a-visit-to-the-detroit-institute-of-arts\/","title":{"rendered":"A Visit to the Detroit Institute of Arts"},"content":{"rendered":"

My Positive Change<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Detroit Institute of Arts isn\u2019t just a museum\u2014it\u2019s an experience that begins the moment you arrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This week, I went with Jan and our local senior citizens center on another outing. This time to the DIA. Even before we stepped off the bus, we were greeted by one of the politest, most welcoming staff members I\u2019ve come across in a long time. It set the tone right away. I could tell this wasn\u2019t going to be just another stop. It was going to be something more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The DIA has been part of Detroit since 1885 and has grown into one of the most respected art museums in the country. With more than 65,000 pieces in its collection, it draws visitors from all over each year. And walking through it, you can feel that history\u2014not just in the artwork, but in the way the place carries itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Jan<\/a>
Jan and I during our visit to the Detroit Institute of Arts<\/em><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Daily Prompt \u2014 Question of the Day<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Describe one positive change you\u2019ve made in your life<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found my way back to writing through loss and grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And somehow, that\u2019s changed the way I experience places like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not Buried. Just Preserved.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\"Ancient<\/a>
An ancient Egyptian mummy on display at the Detroit Institute of Arts<\/em><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Mummies and the past are almost synonymous with one another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing there in front of this piece\u2014dated between 10 B.C.E. and 395 C.E.\u2014it\u2019s hard not to feel the weight of time. Layers of linen, carefully wrapped in an intricate geometric pattern, preserved not just a body, but a belief. The ancient Egyptians trusted that through this process, the soul could continue its journey into eternity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The golden face mask wasn\u2019t just decoration. It was transformation. An effort to align the deceased with Osiris, the god of the afterlife. Even in death, there was intention. Purpose. Continuation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in a different way, I understand that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a time when I stopped. Life shifted, and something that once felt natural, became distant. Like it had been wrapped away and set aside yet I couldn’t find it any longer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking at something so carefully preserved, I couldn\u2019t help but think maybe not everything we leave behind is gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some things wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Coming back hasn\u2019t been about starting over. It\u2019s been about uncovering something that was always there, just layered over with time and frustration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not buried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just preserved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before Elvis Had a Face<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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