A message from my heart to yours…..

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Are you a genie I stumbled upon?  Are you magic……. or an earthling like me?  Maybe that’s who we are for each other
Vitamins for the soul.  A little song for this stretch of the road.  A mantra telling us to keep singing.

With gratitude,
Lovely Friend

HOPE (Beyond the Walls of This World)

Originally posted on Step Into My Story . . .:

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I am thinking that light is stronger than darkness. in a large building, closed off completely from outside light, a tiny candle can not be put out by the darkness. I am thinking that love is stronger than hate, trust is stronger than fear, forgiveness is stronger than resentment, hope is stronger than despair. I am reminding myself to think about what is good and lovely and of good report. Peace wins over chaos.

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Freely Given

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I am learning to use my energy for fuel.  I am learning to place boundaries where they are needed for protection.  And I am learning to freely give the love which has been freely given to me.

I Choose Love

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This awareness of being chosen by Love is not new.  Today holds a new awareness.  LOVE IS MY CHOICE!!!  Today?  LOVE.

In this now, my choice is to follow Love’s path.  Wisdom’s journey is an unfolding of Who Love is.  It is again and again a revelation of how to follow light and life.  It is a guide for us – how to walk through this maze.  If this were all we were given to know,  it would be enough.

Love is more than enough.

All Our Sorrows And All Our Joys

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Tonight, this thought has found its way to me:

All our sorrows, and all our joys, and everything between sorrow and joy makes us who we are.  These things provide us with all the tools we need to accomplish the tasks that belong to us.  We are uniquely made and then uniquely sancitified by our experiences.  There is no one else who is like us.  We are all true art and we are all finding our own patience.

I have moments of clarity.  Moments when I can see and feel confident that there is some real purpose to the craziness that we walk through at times in our lives.  When this clarity comes to me, with it also comes gratitude.  Gratitude for the wisdom it is imparting.  Wisdom that provides an addition of some necessary color for the tapestry or the art that is this individual life.  “For we are His workmanship , created by the master artist.”

I know that sometimes the words of the Bible are heard as dry, sanctimonious, judgements.  If we can receive them as poetry, as an art form, they can make an organic, living contribution to our true selves.

Peace, Dorsey

Farther In And Farther Up

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Life can be very hard.  There is no getting around it.  Bad stuff happens in this fallen world. We lose people we love. Our children can be lost to alcohol or drugs or some other destroyer.  Healing does not always manifest.   None of us can avoid pain.  First, it appears to us as an enemy.  We try to run from it, deny it, leave it behind.  There are those who have been running all their lives from the hard truths pain brings to us.   In the last 3 years of my life, all my best wisdom did not stop me from experiencing divorce.  It may help some to cast blame.  I found surrender to be of more use to me than defense.  There are usually no quick fixes.  People are not always healed.  Love comes to us eventually though.  We are given a choice to surrender to its wisdom.  I found that acceptance is the first step back to healing.  Acceptance.  After that, we can choose to learn to admit our failings.  When I accept my shortcomings, confess them, even embrace them, I have moved back into the land of sanity. We will never arrive at perfection.  Grace becomes our biggest gift.  Undeserved, and free.  C.S. Lewis used the term, “farther in and farther up”.  He gave us a treasure in this phrase.  This journey is eternal.  When we belong to Love, we recognize His voice.  No matter what language we use.  When trust has been born again in our hearts, we are reborn.

Prayer of St Francis of Assisi:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.  Where there is hatred, let me sow Love;  where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light;  and where there is sadness, joy.

Happy Easter to you…all year long! Dorsey

My Landscape

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I hear the humming of warm air rushing through vents somewhere beneath these floors.  Nothing unusual, except for the awareness.  This backdrop makes me sleepy in the same way standing in the line during busy shopping at the grocery does, or the way my mother’s sewing machine sings a lullaby with its steady climb up hills of thread and needles and fabric. I am one soul,  One body, one mind.  I am learning to sing my own song,  I am learning to be thankful for all.  This lonely pain surely must know its purpose.  There must be some reason it has become a fixture in in my landscape.  This inner life has been fostered since early childhood.  This scene which has expanded mile upon mile, giving me more than what I need to keep on climbing.  I want to see His face.  I want to know Him.  This True…Surely He wants to be found.

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