Cruel winter winds too fiercely blow. They drive me deep beyond where I can speak. Everything silent except a heart beat, my own. Waiting, listening, I survive. Until the day harsh winds scamper away, tails between legs, ashamed, chased away as the liars they always were. All that was frozen, drop by drop, slides into a…Read more I Am Still Here
For this series, I have no words. Sometimes art expresses the innermost longings of the heart, born of personal reflection and world-wide influence, a place beyond the reach of words. Such is this series. ................................................................. Just in case you are interested, I've added some originals, including this series, to my Etsy store inventory: FragmentsOfLight.
I light a candle for Paris. There, alone in the solemnity of a local cathedral, my soul swells with vaulted ceilings, shatters like bits of light filtered through stained glass. The snap of the lighter cracks vast silence across tiled floors, still and waiting. And I pray. And the heart of Someone from two millennium ago…Read more A Candle for Paris
The trouble with courage is that we don’t know if we have it until the moment we need it – until we’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge to depths below, or to spread our wings and fly. And really, it’s not until the desperation passes that, looking back, we see…Read more Painting Courage
Someone I dearly love is battling acute mental illness. I am scared, I am overwhelmed. My heart breaks for the one I love. I am trying to be brave. I turn to the One who knows, who keeps track: of my every tossing through the night, of every wandering of the one I love. I…Read more Courage Not My Own