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Experiences of Art Series – Sheryl M.

Bio:

Raised in a Christian home and on a spiritual journey since then

Psychotherapist and spiritual accompanist

Working on PhD in new field of Theopoetics

Caribbean-Canadian ethnicity

Moved from Toronto

Lives in lakefront home in remote B.C. wildfire country

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“Wise Elder” by Len Butcher

The Art: in Sheryl’s own words:

This oil painting by Len Butcher is about 30+ years old, the Toronto artist an old acquaintance of my youngest brother. I am not sure if he is still living, but our family made his acquaintance many years ago when he married my brother’s elementary school teacher. I always liked the painting. After my father passed away, I reclaimed it from my parents’ home basement, brought it back to B.C. with me, and had it mounted and framed to complement my antique oak dining furniture. Since marrying, my husband has also claimed it as his favourite, and we enjoy it daily as it is positioned, suspended above our current dining space, above our lakefront window.

The painting reminds us of a posture of humble gratitude to God for our daily sustenance. No matter how simple it may seem to us during times of our life when what we possess represents a categorical contrast to the things that are often proclaimed as the necessities for living. This wise elder signifies one who takes time to sit down and carefully prepare his bread and butter, and to ground himself in the living bread which comes from the Divine.

 

This is the view from Sheryl’s remote ‘café’ – her own dining room where she has the painting hanging. She and her husband of 8 years are reminded of their blessings especially during their Friday afternoon coffee dates.

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“View from ‘Lakefront Cafe'” by Sheryl M.

This interview was done on Skype, though I wish I had actually visited the ‘Lakefront café’.

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Years of Colours 2013 DS – an end of the year Postmodern Poem

 

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Years of Colours Photopoem 2013 DS

Down the long years

Of Christian travail

Love and fear

Mingled, mangled

Days of sorrow tears

Blue and silver

Dripped through

Veils of nights

Mornings of new

Hope-risen avenues

Of prayers breathed

To function

To succeed

To proceed up

To the light

Of living

In health and well-being

 

Years of colours

Of favours

Of tapered dreams and

Fostered acts

Of contrition

Of confession

Of conviction

To walk

In streets goldened

In rivers stilled

In paths

Righteous straight

Yet zigzagged

Of flowers strewn

Of calls answered

Of blessing

Come down

To cover with

Feathers of life

 

Now the years turn

Although each is new

This desires heartened

Pressed down and shaken

Caught my fall

Plateaued by love

Standing in awe

Looking in green

Pastures beside

Children that play

In my presence

The richness of

Walking un-alone

Shone through

Labour loved and lost

Seeded dead mid-winter

Sprouts are dotted

In cold snow

Memories of sun

Glow and warm

Thoughts of you

Both now and forever

Amen.