It’s been a morning steeped in mystery. As I was downloading the images created on this day, I was puzzled why there were none from 2016 until 2020. Then, it dawned on me. In 2016, 2017, 2018, and 2019, I was either on my way to or at Holden Village, a place of disconnection from the digital world for most folks (including me.)
Another mysterious gift: I received a gracious request from the Medical Mission Sisters in the UK for an image I created in February 2014. I knew which one they were requesting right away, yet I had no high-resolution version of it, so I had to return to my prayer journal during that time. What deep joy it brings me to be connected to the good work of these Sisters not yet met.
Some mysteries have dawnings, others remain mysteries.
2014
2015
2016 – View from the River House porch at the Grünewald Guild, prior to leaving for Holden Village
I said this that September morning, “Wow… the River’s morning greeting as Jim and I head out on our way to Holden Village for a few days. I sense we are entering an experience beyond words.”
2020
“Much of white-skin privilege involves small, everyday courageous actions.” (p. 213) —Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands
I’ve highlighted the second statement before. Something in me needs to be with it again.
2021: Here’s the image that would have never made it into Seven Years of Wonder, had it not been requested:
“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.
vonda drees art 
Your comment about mystery will end up in my Contemplation from the Cabin today. Thanks
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