She Is an Island

December 3rd, 2009

She is an island awash in sweet water, and her shores are the rocks of the north, sedimented and petrified and shattered, beautiful with the beauty of all things that are carved by glaciers and vast waters, with the beauty of all things that grow deep roots on shallow soils and wave-pitted rocks.  This is a beauty that lasts through long ages, through the rising and subsiding of seasons under high northern skies.  It is the beauty of sweet water lapping at the foundations of island stone and at the roots of tenuous cedars that bend in worship beneath the heavens.

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2 Responses to “She Is an Island”

  1. Mum Says:
    December 16th, 2009 at 11:05 am

    I have been challenged by my spiritual director to journal (in a multimedia kind of way) my experience of forgiveness and reconciliation. In exploring these two states of grace through meditation, whole consciousness artwork and writing, I have struggled to find the right metaphor…and here it is…sedimented, petrified, wave-pitted, shattered and carved…for me that is the essence of repentance and forgiveness. roots of cedars bent and sweet water lapping is for me a metaphor of reconciliation…between the foundation of who I am and the northern skyness of the Divine to which I face in worship. This reflection connects the images in your “to Touch the Earth and Sky” and the “Slender Pine” “Home and the Miraculous” and the “Genuflection of the Moment.

    As I “paint” these reflections in 2 sets of triptyches, I work with the realization that I am known and loved…and I am glad.

  2. jeremylukehill Says:
    December 16th, 2009 at 12:26 pm

    Mum,

    You have always been, and will always be, known and loved.

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