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Saturday, February 4, 2017

Fellow Traveler

Fellow Traveler
The texts:
Psalm 62:8: "Trust in The Lord at all times. Pour out your heart before Him. God is a refuge for us."
A message from a friend: "Out of the fog comes a fellow traveler heading in the same direction, generally, and we journey together for awhile..."

So the cairns make me think of walking that trail and sometimes not knowing where to go or which path to take. Cairns give direction, point the way...and are a thoughtful message from someone who has traveled the path before me. It's comforting. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016


This is about tears spilling all day yesterday. About death and life. About the weight of a friend's burden. About the beautiful daughter she is. About being so desperate as to grab the hem of Jesus and have Him call me Daughter.

An Altar

This is about when God spoke to me during Brahms. And about the Scarlet Thread who told me to make an altar so I would remember.

Holy Selfish

Good Friday.
Because we were empty.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Wait, WHAT????

My son, Johnny, uses this expression ALL THE TIME. It means that some great detail hit him suddenly, and he needs to hear it again. 

Well, then. 

I only attempt anything remotely artistic if I am either REALLY happy or REALLY sad. I'm not a great artist, but I do it because I can process my deepest, most precious feelings best with a little bit of paint and color. 

It's been a really hard year. I lost a precious friend and I am now just coming up for air. 

The poppies signify "fantastic extravagance" because, well, God.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Thursday, July 17, 2014


I started meeting with a group of women, ironically about 6 weeks ago, exactly when some things in my life unraveled. At the first meeting, I just sat there and cried. And cried. And cried. 

One day, our leader used an analogy about a wagon being hitched to something and she challeneged us to think about where our lives are hitched; i.e. where do I put my hope...what do I value as first importance...who/what am I really hitched to?

I realized at that point that my life was hitched in the wrong place. 

This piece is about changing that. I used a child's wagon instead of a pioneer wagon because of its childlikeness. The wagon is empty because I've been emptied lately. Sunflowers signify 'false riches.' Yarrow signifies 'cure for a broken heart.' The wagon is hitched to the yarrow, the cure=Christ.

Text is Isaiah 55 and Poem by Loren Wiebe (by wagon).