She was just a few paces past 40 when she stared down widow-hood like a looming spectral in the night. Her husband, also in his early forties, ran regularly at a local track. One day, with no prior health issues, he suddenly collapsed. Another runner raced to his side and performed CPR until emergency…Read more “Beautiful Things”
spiritual journey
Abide Persistently
Artist’s statement: I feel a bit like a schizophrenic root system. Each day unfolds, a chaotic sprawl, too many off-shoots to identify a specific direction. Knee deep in the soil of life, a tangle of knots and kinks, I have no idea what is emerging above-ground. Sometimes I just can’t see where I am going.…Read more Abide Persistently
Holding onto the Light
Roots tuck under ebony blanket. Tree-top, reluctant to sleep, teases black sky, clouds swirling heavy, mounting high. And in the space in-between, branches cradle last light in tender arms, as if tearfully crooning, “so long…” But when creeping night looks the other way, they stealthily syphon those silver rays into secret stashes, burning bright and…Read more Holding onto the Light
The Love of God
There is a narrow deserted road, path for wild winds carrying traces of damp green growing things, tumbling around and through you. There, tossing branches flow from purple moonlit skies into a quiet rumble in the earth below your feet. It swells insistently by the moment. Air pounds with intensity, a growing living entity, until…Read more The Love of God
New limited edition giclee print – Hope Relentlessly
Artist's statement for Hope Relentlessly: There are times in life when hope must come from a place beyond what we can perceive with our physical senses, beyond our tumultuous circumstances. Then, like a sunflower turning through the day towards the light, we cling to the promise that there is more than what we can see…Read more New limited edition giclee print – Hope Relentlessly
A Prayer for Haiti 2
Haiti snuck in as a most unexpected visitor. My heart cracked to make space for it. Vulnerable and achingly beautiful, its vivid colors play in my mind, dancing in the brilliant sun on naked hills. Before and after I visited early this year, I read everything I could to try to understand how such crushing…Read more A Prayer for Haiti 2
Abide
I feel a bit like a schizophrenic root system. The contents of my week seem jumbled and chaotic, too many off-shoots to identify a specific direction. I am deep in the soil of life, a tangle of kinked and knotted roots. I have no idea what is emerging above-ground. I remember another time I pressed…Read more Abide
The Sky Begins to Dance
mountains ramble into mesas, stepping down to plains, kinked succulents, anchored, release the blinding light of day, reach for pooling pink and orange settle into quiet sleepy soil while the sky begins to dance here, our silvery trail of tears, lament for heavy feet, mooring us to earth there, their finished race - flames the…Read more The Sky Begins to Dance
Risk
After two weeks of frigid winds and temperatures plummeting below zero-degrees Fahrenheit, at last the sun again extended its regal hand of mercy to Colorado. Eagerly I wheeled my bike out of hibernation into crisp, clear, tolerably cold air. Halfway through the ride, my spirit soared in wonder. I stumbled on the route not long before…Read more Risk
Holy Ground
Bushes still burn today without being consumed. I feel the flames in dark corners of the world where people suffer - the Spirit of God brooding, fierce with unquenchable yearning to gather His little ones into His arms. I can only fall to my knees in humble adoration, let the fire overtake my being. And…Read more Holy Ground
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 