“It doesn’t look as bad as it did yesterday,” my ever-honest 12 year old tried to encourage me. I asked my husband, “Is it really bad?” “I like some of your other pieces better,” he conceded. I gave it one last look, and shredded it. Every piece of artwork, for me, seems to pass through…Read more Songs in the Valley
a father’s love
Weeping With Us
There is a grief deeper than words, a swirling current, sweeping a heart in relentless crashing tide. Grief lurks, shocking companion in the loss of a loved one, slinks from the shadows when we stumble upon a situation that we cannot comprehend, or change. Never sought out, it hunts each of us down sooner or…Read more Weeping With Us
Evenings in Australia
The sun hovered low over the desert, yielding to emerging star cascades. The Southern Cross, exotic- not visible at home, and easy to find, always anchored the night for me in that faraway place. We huddled on a blanket, humbled by the enormity of blazing galaxies unfolding without artificial light interference. Evening air brushed cool…Read more Evenings in Australia
My Dad’s Canoe
Shadowed land recedes. Oars undulate water, cadence of myriad droplets shift the expanse. How far? Where do the ripples cease in this expanse where we are the only catalyst? Wordless we settle the oars at our sides, lean back. All is still. Water tranquil as glass. Thick early morning clouds lean low like a lover…Read more My Dad’s Canoe
My beloved friend
Sept 30, 2011 I always thought of my Dad as the North Star, pointing me to what really matters in life. I could believe in a God who loved me unconditionally, tenderly, with joy, a God who delighted in me, because my Dad loved me that way. When I met David, I recognized him as…Read more My beloved friend
Colleen Briggs Art & Writing 