What do we build in our lives? A bridge? A fence? A pathway? Often I feel as if I am building a fortress, stacked high with unreturned phone calls, missed opportunities, fear. Time alone. The fortress, under the steel grey sky against which we seek a ray of light. The streets are cold and damp, yet one comes upon a towering pine. Life, in its soft greeness, seems a gift, a blessing. In the greyness of the sky there still contains a hope. A hope of some fulfillment in this life.
because the grey still has light within it, and we equate hope with light. I stumbled upon your blog while looking for your art. Our church bulletin cover for this coming Sunday has a portion of your work called "Baptism." The part I saw is very beautiful and drove me to the internet to find out more. It appears to be pastels? The image on Spirit Source is brighter; I was hoping the medium would be noted there.
ReplyDeleteI will echo a comment I read here earlier: please keep writing/communicating. I'll be back to reread and think and contemplate some more at another time. Thank you for sharing.