Changing Means Roadblocks Met
Remembering God
There is something important about walking on dirt and seeing sky and clouds and a pine branch hanging down in front of my eyes, that reminds me I am not alone in the universe (which is stretching out larger every day); important because I remember to remember God. There is a presence that reaches to me. I am grateful that I remember.
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I suffered a knee injury when walking my dog recently. I decided to express it graphically. The amazing insight was all the fears the accident brought up instantly, the moment the pain hit. My chiropractor called it my “fear file”. So I know that some of the pain is located in my head, my perception and expectation of reality. This experience has given me opportunity to explore both and to heal in more ways than just my knee, which is now back to baseline. I am grateful to have added this experience to my “gratitude file”.
In the Heat of Summer
The title of this image is Mountain Morning. In the record heat of summer days it is good to remember that sometime in the day there will be coolness. It is called “morning”. Not being a morning person maybe I need to be reminded of this when I complain about the heat. The graphic which I did it over a period of weeks suddenly came together as an expression of the coolness of a morning. Of course I completed it in the middle of the night. May it bring you a moment of escape from the heat. And continued blessings.
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Stations of the Cross— The Weight of Dust:Station 13
When I did this tile I wondered why we had to have this as part of the process. Of course the persons doing the stations originally had their reasons. My wondering tinged with an impatience to finish the project, reminded me that even today the rituals of death and dying need to be completed. Death slows down life momentarily. Slowing down, taking time for life and reflection on it, is good in itself.
Station 13
I joined this walk at its beginning and now the end has come, Jesus. The dust clings to your body now because you did not hide from what you knew of God, and you spoke it clearly. I claim your journey as my own.
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Body Taken Down From the Cross
Stations of the Cross—The Weight of Dust: Station 12
When I worked with this tile the clay took over. There was a sense of finality and acceptance. The poem truely came out of the clay.
Death on the Cross
The heart of flesh
has done its work.
Earth and heaven join.
Time joins timeless.
Station 12-
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Stations of the Cross— The Weight of Dust: Station 11
The nail in this tile is embedded in the clay and fired.
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Station 11- Crucified
Father, forgive them,
all and each.
It is done.
Into your hands….
Peace.
