Resurrection: To bring back to life
(Image above and below from Jetsam & Juniper)
Now to most sensible people, the above might look like a pile of rubble, something useless, not worthy of ones time or attention, much less their cash. I can't exactly explain it but something stirred in me when I saw this image of random objects. Red and green glass, cracked pottery, broken bottles, metal, button, and bone all castoffs waiting to receive a new purpose. Looking at this grouping you might say "How is that possible?". Deep down I knew that to me these shards were a representation of the messy broken life I had been living for months while coping and dealing with my mothers illness as well as some major life changes. I knew, like these things, that I could not go back to the way things were, we were both too broken for that. I also knew that both these broken bits and I could move forward reassembling ourselves in some new way to live a vibrant existence of beauty.
The date did not escape my notice, it was the third day of January. A niggling echo of the "third day" kept playing itself over and over in my heart and mind. I knew that I was being gifted my own personal resurrection and I could not help seeing the symbolism. My heart had been entombed in grief, the heavy stone of emotion being a barrier tightly sealed with the weight of worry standing guard. There I sat at barely dawn on the third day of a brand new year seeking my creative savior, if you will, when I saw this fragmented image and it was as if the stone of grief was pushed aside and a ray of hope and light shown in. I felt a literal surge of emotion rise from the depths of the seat of my soul. A mixture of gratitude and joy bubbled to the surface and I could see all the possibilities for me and for these precious shattered shards.
(The chose shard)
They say that a fool and his money are soon parted and in this case maybe that is true...I bought the relics after tracing the original image back to an Etsy shop. A sandwich bag full of discards from the literal streets of Chicago arrived much to my joy. Can you see what I saw? Hope...hope of a discarded dream being pieced back together. Surety...surety that personal resurrection is possible after what can seem the most dire of circumstances. Inspiration...the process of being spiritually, mentally, and physically stimulated to feel something other than despair, to do something, to create something, to drawn in a deep life giving breath of divine influence from a single simple source.
(Playing with enamel beads, can't seem to get the bubbles out, will keep trying, maybe they are just little bubbles of joy.)
It is time to bring this blog back to life right along with my new found creative influences, I hope you will join me on the journey.
Many Blessings,
Sandy
P.S. Thank you to all of you who kept us in your thoughts and prayers, sent emails, cards, etc. My mother continues to linger in the dark depths of confusion of Alzheimer's, her physical health is flagging some but she is a strong spirit and is holding her own.
