Uphill idealist

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” ―  Julian of Norwich It's the Eve of the second Sunday in Advent and "Peace" is our point of focus for the coming week, Julian's words meet us in a time where peace may seem far off... For refugees wandering... For victims of senseless violence... For those without a place to call home... For those suffering sickness and grief... it seems crazy to repeat her words. Some may even go so to say the her words are foolishness. But, there are some words we need to repeat - perhaps even more in times like these.Julian's words mean to assure each heart that in the midst of all circumstances that Jesus the Christ is always present. 1 Corinthians 1:18 speaks of how some might perceive the gospel message to be foolishness... " For the message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." Julian of

Art is something that lifts my heart and helps my mind to stop it's spinning. Art is rest and release as well as a way to connect and interact with others. Art is an expression of spiritual matters in simple physical matter. Art (in all its forms) - from cooking a new dish to painting on a fresh canvas bring flavor and color to each day of my journey. I hope this colorful collage of text, watercolor and mixed media help illuminate a new shade of  hope for you too. "Color for the journey" is a mixed media original art piece integrating text, color and simple everyday resources.

Rilke advised me to "Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves..." I took his advice. I swallowed his words whole hoping they would take root and grow in my belly like the absurd possibility of eaten watermelon seeds. I watered the questions. I took risks. I went to places I'd never dreamed possible and met people that were easier and harder to love than the questions themselves. I got lost in their stories. I learned the unspoken language and the pauses in their speech. I saw that we shared the same questions and we all struggle to love them. Questions are hard to love. They are restless wanderers that leave as soon as you become used to their company and return to visit when you aren't prepared to face them. "Live the questions now", Rilke tells me. In their curvy strength I'm to live, to breathe and be content. Am I to ride wholeheartedly the uncertainty of this ro