“Rescue” – I’ve been thinking a lot about this word lately. It conjures up idealized, romantic, happily-ever-after mental images. But then there is the nitty-gritty, in-your-face reality of the rescue process itself. Last week our family drove an hour-and-a-half to a greyhound kennel to pick up a rescue dog to foster for a few…Read more Adventures in Rescue
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Of Birds and Parenting
Scampering around in the grass barefoot, my son suddenly squealed and leapt for the concrete patio. I went to inspect the source of his alarm: a quivering huddle of feathers. He assumed it was dead like another hapless victim, a naked nestling, we found earlier that evening on a nearby rock. But as I knelt…Read more Of Birds and Parenting
Do Dogs Go to Heaven?
If dogs wore clothing, Rico would have been a tuxedo-clad gentleman. I'm sure he would have played the saxophone in a jazz band. Rico, a brindle greyhound, came into our lives most unexpectedly. A co-worker rescued him after he retired from racing, but shared her concerns about keeping him in her apartment. My husband and…Read more Do Dogs Go to Heaven?
For Love of the Game
When the clatter of life presses in, I step through that stadium opening and every worry fades in a sun-wash across my eyes. Like laundry bleached white, the day flaps in the breeze, bright and full of possibility. Rows of metal bleachers guard the perimeter, keeping watch with the outfield fence proclaiming, “Welcome to the friendly confines of…Read more For Love of the Game
Painting a Prayer
I’ll be honest. Prayer is often difficult for me, at least as prayer is traditionally defined – sitting or kneeling and talking to God. A couple main reasons: I am a person of few spoken words, and it’s hard for me to sit still. When I was in my early 20’s, I passed through turbulent waters.…Read more Painting a Prayer
Painting My Gratitude
Early in the morning, before the sun, I rise in a shadowed sleepy house. Shaking dreams from the edges of my mind, I cradle the Book. Eager, expectant, this my most treasured hour. I listen to steady slow breathing, rising from rooms all around. Overcome, my heart swells and overflows. It seeps and fills every…Read more Painting My Gratitude
Why I Make Art
I am wired to connect with people. Although I measure about as strong on the introvert scale as possible, I am an introvert who loves people. I need to connect with others in order to thrive. For many years of my life, I felt torn between these two seemingly contradictory compulsions. I crave hours of…Read more Why I Make Art
What I love about blogging
It’s like I am standing on one end of a simple footbridge, a path I’ve walked and loved for years; but I’m suddenly skittish and afraid to cross. That’s how I feel about writing and sharing my art and photography today. Two days ago, I received the humbling encouragement that my post was selected for…Read more What I love about blogging
Alive, truly alive
Truly he was alive in a way that few attain. Many aspire, but only sweat, tears, and blood yield this type of alive-ness. It wasn’t his choice to lay it all down at the feet of suffering. But he did choose, by the grace of God, to keep living. When I was “stuck” in Kenya,…Read more Alive, truly alive
Printmaking with kids
Lily and I enjoyed the perfect kick-off to summer break this week! We gathered a few cousins (ages 5-10) and a bundle of art supplies, and created covers for cards for the Sanctuary of Hope family. Inside the cards are hand-written notes of prayer and encouragement from the Colorado Springs Country Support Team (CST) for Hope’s Promise…Read more Printmaking with kids
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 