Month: March 2019

There is a place that I go whenever I paint. Within this place I am complete, fulfilled and at peace. Even as I am wrangling paint. Even as I struggle to understand what needs to be done there is an effortlessness. Because whatever I do, does not do much and if I do wrong, I am forgiven.

When I go to this place I remember who I am. As I see myself, God sees me also. And we sit for a bit, to admire our work.

The melting snow

will rinse away

the collected salts

of winter fallen tears

from roots, deep darkest

now thirsting for the spring.

As glacial droplet falls with glee,

another drop first tastes the sea.

All the waters in between,

are memories of what will be.