September 15

Solitary stillness is a practice that is comforting for me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve never felt alone?

My very own poverty, as Pope Francis calls it in 2016’s image, is the edge I experience when opening my hand and heart in community. It’s trusting the “collective resilience” that Resmaa Menakem writes about in My Grandmother’s Hands.

The last eight months at our little log cabin in the Lost Pines have been restorative. I am beginning, though, to sense an invitation onward, toward a communal edge.






“…resilience is… a combination of nature and nurture… resilience manifests both individually and collectively… it is a way of showing up, a way of tapping into the energies that surround and move through everything in the world. … a flow… it is taken in and expressed as part of a larger relationship…” —Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands, p. 50-51

a little more room
to relax, to mend, to grow —
a heart open wide

“Seven Years of Wonder” is a daily look back at my creative journaling posts since 2014. I began this journey on Feb. 11, 2021, and hope to continue through Feb. 10, 2022. What am I learning about my art and faith journey thus far? What has remained constant? Where have I been changed? How is this impacting present and future art-making?

A deep bow of gratitude to you for keeping me company on this journey.

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