Inside I feel like a mangled train wreck and I can't remember the last time I bathed since I found out my father is gone forever.... Did I write that out loud just now?
I simply crave beauty and stillness and written words.
In the quiet of the day I glance over to my right as I sit here at the looking glass of the world and I witness such exquisite unfoldings...the portraits my companion creates in the spaces when I am not looking...or when he thinks I am not paying attention...
It is like watching the gentle birth of something so lovely, that I can't find my breath. Something I know is so delicate...so feeling...so amazing....unlike anything I've seen before....
I think they call artists of his (and my) kind "outsiders". Something to do with lack of "formal training"....but Ken...Ken is an "insider" who taught himself to paint more than 40 years ago...he paints the insides...the spirits of those who appear on the canvas...a kind of seance with his brushes and a softness of feeling all his own.
My heart aches for you, but with prayers that you know that your Father is Heaven never leaves or forsakes, and is the one who has taught you to forgive. Our loved ones, we all, fall so short in this life, and yet His "love covers a multitude of sins."
ReplyDelete"There is a time and season for every purpose under heaven". Find His comforting touch in each memory, and each moment, and let His Father heart hold you and give you peace.
Blessings of love,
abigail