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End of Summer Retreat Day Part II

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“End of Summer Retreat Day” DS Phone Photo

 

Having observed

The sea

Nature in feathers

Human nature vibrant

It felt urgent that I move on

To the gallery

 

I looked in the closed windows

I meandered the long garden row

I had my quotes in tow

To read on the pier

 

I chose a place on the side rocks

I dozed

I placed some found shells

Three in all beside a

Pilfered recycled

Community garden Sunflower head

 

Proof of my day

I photographed

I read and enjoyed anew my quotes

My perch was comfortable

In the sunny sun and the windy sea

From the side rocks so new to me

 

I looked back at the land

At the place that had once held my art

At the place I had walked rain or shine

To another time

Of celebration

Contemplation came easy now

Of God of times bad and good

Of times misunderstood

Of love and loss

Of times filled with

Life and

New plans came

 

I came off the pier and noticed

So many flowers near pink as I like

I skirted the bike on the lane

To take a picture again

And hiked the 6 blocks back to my car

More at peace than before

And ready to work

 

The studio beckoned but

Exhausted I reckoned a

Rest on the bed instead

And anxiety returned

And the retreat day returned

And the contemplative events

Returned me to

Peace in place of plans

As I survived

A day unworked

A creative day

An interrupted day

A day of play

Of gratitude

To face my class

Homework undone.

 

 

Spiritual Practices:

Silence

Contemplative Walking

Spiritual Reading

Attention to Nature

Prayerful Play

Re-Membering Faith Stories

Practice of Rest

Gratitude

 

Creative Practices:

Collage

Photography

DS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Eating Caesar Salad at Nitobe Garden

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“Nitobe Memorial Garden”  DS, iPhone Photo, April 2017

So I am a colourist. There’s no doubt about it. I like colour. Today I am surrounded by greens; layers and layers and shapes of greens at Nitobe, an Asian garden on the UBC campus.

Huddled in my knitted forest green scarf with clear and emerald hand-tied beads and navy hooded coat, I sit to rest. The planked bench is dry. I take the Caesar Salad container out of my grey felted bag and eat.  The lemon wakes me. I swish around the breadcrumbs in my mouth with water from a green gingham lidded jam jar I carry with me often since art school days.

Students crunch by walking on the path. They overwhelm my quiet peace for a while with their heated discussion. Photographers set up tripods in a couple of places in the distance; a waterfall rushes, bringing movement to the still water under the arced wooden bridge. In this day, when the rain has taken a break and the sunshine has not started, the greens clear the palette of my painter’s mind for the paint box of colour that will show up in this late arriving spring.

I breathe

I offer a prayer of thanks

I stop to write in the gazebo

Moss lichen bark

Tiny patterned ferns

Marsh green shoots

Yellow polka dot buds

On bushes

Small verdant mounds

Fill my eyes

The seagull

Calls to the rasp

Of the gardener’s rake

Wind on my face

I look forward with courage again. I continue on the grey pebble path accompanied by the unseen sfumato of soon coming Valley Lilies.

Drops begin to fall but the exit is in sight.

 

“Be still and know that I am God.”

Book of Psalms

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After the Rain

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“After the Rain” iPad photo DS

No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it.

First Book of Corinthians

 

This morning as my red car climbs the driveway drips from the tall trees twinkled among the branches and fell in turn on the graveled tarmac. It seemed like a new washed world. The plants I had struggled to water with the kinked hose a few days ago came to mind. There was no way I could ever have watered the pink flowering bushes, white roses and purple viola pots the way last night’s rain had.

I watched through the darkening windows of my living room the night before in mild shock that in this week before summer white hail stones were piling up on the brown aggregate patio.

Later in the afternoon, the words, into each life some rain must fall, came into my mind as I thought about driving the short distance to my women’s group earlier. I did a mini-ponder about whether our lives were actually cleaned by the difficult times we go through. There can be harm in extreme events, but mostly the unpleasant pouring rain – like hard times, may not be bad for us. In fact, I mused, we may be helped by them.

I then wondered if a break in a relationship might be like days of pouring rain – that perhaps the sun might shine on that relationship again after events bring things into more clarity. The vivid colours after the harsh rain, might they be like positive qualities of the other person that may be brought forth after not seeing them for a while, I pondered.

Into every life some rain must fall, yes, most rain does not hurt. Some difficulties we can prepare for. I knew yesterday that the hanging fuchsia petunias would not survive the battering of heavy rain. I took them down and put them under the eaves where only the odd splashes of water would reach them.

It must be about contrast, about rest, about change, about arranging our points of view perhaps, I decided. Does the rain that falls in our lives help or hurt – and so we contemplate God’s care and intervention in our lives.

The white roses can escape harm from downpours by their inherent strength. I consider God’s complicated relationship with beauty in creating both the gorgeous intricate world for us to enjoy daily and also the shining angel, Lucifer, who would cause many to fall into ugliness.

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

Book of Genesis

How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, You who weakened the nations!

Book of Isaiah

Ella Fitzgerald and The Inkspots: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ9IaplRrm4