Thursday, October 30, 2008


i am
the blue in blue
that seeps through stone
bubbles up
spills over
i am
the blue in blue
that slakes a thirst
pours out
sinks in
i am
the blue in blue

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


i'm feeling around the edges of something...
i can't quite make out what it is
but i know i am touching it
and i know it is big

Saturday, October 25, 2008

the shape of things to come

I found I could say things with color and shapes
that I couldn't say any other way.. things I had no words for.
-Georgia O'Keeffe

Thursday, October 23, 2008


how often i'm reminded
of things that i regret
careless words and actions
promises not kept
my comfort lies in knowing
god forgets what i remember
and remembers what i forget

Wednesday, October 22, 2008



I am sitting in the coffee shop with my Dad
Drinking a cup of coffee,
waiting to pick up my children
And I realized how good it is to belong to people

He has given his best years,
all of them,
To my Mom and me and my sisters and brothers
To care for us because we belonged to Him
There is a bond between us; a union of life
Part of my soul is inside of him
And part of his soul lives inside of me
I can't explain it, but that is how it is
We belong to one another

The same is with my dear one
We've been sharing love and joy and pain
Laughter and tears
Children and grandchildren now
For more than 25 years

Part of each of us lives inside the other
I'd like to explain this to my children
But I'm not sure they would understand it
It might sound more like restriction than
Realizing part of one's true self
Is to belong to another

But maybe when I am eighty
And we're sitting at the coffee shop or somewhere else
They will see what I see now
How good it is to belong.

Maybe they'll see it sooner than I did
-Dan Wills

Sunday, October 19, 2008

the urge to push

creating mandalas is like giving birth.
once the "urge to push" hits,
there is nothing i can do, but let it be born.

Friday, October 17, 2008

two left feet

i want to dance with life
and hold her close
i want to whisper
sweet somethings in her ear
i want to tell her
that she's beautiful
i want to...
but today i have two left feet

Sunday, October 12, 2008

for the beauty of the earth...

i grew up going to sunday school and church at first christian church in savannah, georgia. in sunday school we often sang a hymn or two before hearing our gospel lesson. two hymns in particular stand out in my memory, fairest lord jesus and for the beauty of the earth.

it was the first verse of the latter that ran through my head as i drew this mandala.

For the beauty of the earth
For the Glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

songs in the key of life

this past week has been intense. i can see it reflected in this mandala, songs in the key of life. for someone like me, who prefers life in the slow lane, finding myself in the fast lane feels totally discombobulating - is that a word? if it's not it should be!

there's a soundtrack to life - a song for any and every occasion...i hear them in my head all the time.

today, i find myself scanning the dial - listening for that song that will help ease me back into the slow lane.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

a river runs through it

There is a river in my childhood
Where water flows slowly along the bank
And the grasses wave in the breeze
To greet the water on her way
There are trees along this river
Who offer their leaves as company for the journey
And shade to cool the current
For her long unending labor
And in my mind I am there
I hear the rustling
I see her unhurried pace
As she washes the stones in her bed
She moves along in happy sadness to another place
Happy to be moving, yet sad to be leaving
Wishing to linger just one more moment
In the sweetness of the present and the past
Flow over me childhood river
And let me see you once again
To know your coolness
To hear your soothing voice
Speak of peace yet to come
-Dan Wills

Sunday, October 5, 2008

a brand new day

brand new day

i used to be a night owl. i used to joke that the reason i sneezed so much in the morning was because i was allergic to it. but now...dawn has become my favorite time of day. of course i have to give credit where credit is due - i have to credit middle age, and simply not being able to keep late hours. i have to credit a loving husband who brings me coffee and the paper in bed each morning. but even more, it's the promise of a brand new day that has made me a convert. each day, i'm given a brand new start...a clean slate...a world of possibilities. there's a line in the chorus of an old hymn (great is thy faithfulness) that i love which says it best:

"Morning by morning new mercies I see."

Thursday, October 2, 2008

a different way to pray

prayer wheel

a few years ago, a wise woman gave me good counsel as i walked through a difficult time and found it hard to pray.
"have you ever thought of praying through your mandalas?"
that was a new thought for me. i've never been comfortable praying aloud, especially extemporaneously...rather, i have found more solace in the written prayers of others. but yet, i still yearned for a way of my own - something authentic and true to who i am - to pray about the things weighing heavy on my heart - situations - friends - loved ones in need of help or guidance.
was it really possible to pray through my art? to my great relief and delight, i discovered that the answer to that question is a resounding - YES! since that day, whole new pathways of prayer have opened up before me as i draw and paint. i am thankful for this "different way" pray.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

a prayer for the mourning

A Prayer for The Mourning

Father, tonight we lift up those who have no hope of comfort, no consolation, no warmth, only the crumbs of despair and the hiss of distance.
Let the power of your fatherly love break through their isolation and bond them again to your whole family in heaven and on earth.
We join our hearts as your heart is joined to the bereaved, and for their sake we cry out:

For the widow and the orphan whom you bind to your very heart
For the parents who will never see their little ones grow up
For brothers and sisters separated by accident, murder, suicide, or sickness.

Lord, comfort those who cannot be comforted.

For families still waiting for their loved ones to come home
For the mothers of the disappeared
For the fathers of the silent bitterness

Lord, comfort those who cannot be comforted.

For friends who gather at the graves of their fallen comrades
For grandsons and daughters who no longer hear the voice of their elders
For those who wail in grief and for those who have no more tears

Lord, comfort those who cannot be comforted.

Lord Jesus, we pray for the miracle of your risen life to manifest tonight on these:
That you would be The Resurrection and the Life to them;
that they would experience the living hope of resurrection and reuniting in the life to come.

Holy Spirit, take this prayer and make it a multiplied seed in the hearts of the grieving this season.
Cause our prayer of hope against all hope to be a part of the world’s healing tonight.

(David Morrison)