“Blessed are they who see beauty in humble places”

Camille Pissaro, French Impressionist

At age three I first discovered the magic of paint, line, and texture. Now a grandmother, I continue to enjoy the magic with acrylic medium and paint. My ongoing collection of natural, vintage emphemera serve as mark makers, tools or substrate. Their fresh purpose re-enacts for me hope, goodness and beauty that the seasons displays and the story of grief they tell.

Summer begins the story when everything thing is green. Then comes subtle changes. Green fades. Life withers. What once was is no more. In winter seeds of a new life lie buried. A new life will spring; a fresh green will bloom. In the journey of grief, before and after loss we can discover, explore, and express a precious commodity:

Beauty that never fades

Hope that does not disappoint

Goodness that does not end

As a fellow pilgrim in both seasons of grief, I offer spiritual reflection and direction for the journey on my blog, Scripture in Color: Soul Care in Word & Art. I also provide Art for Grief Care to equip, encourage, and engage women in their journey of anticipatory grief.

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