Painting as Spiritual Practice
GRIEF AND SUNRISES
Guest Writer: Jane Newman
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5.
HOPE. JANE NEWMAN
I have spent the last two mornings watching the sunrise and painting. God speaks to me in such a clear message this morning:
As you begin to watch a sunrise, you are surrounded by darkness, some fear, some impatience.
Slowly the dark turns gray, and things are clearer around you.
You are impatient for more light to come. (Monet says light changes every seven minutes.)
There is a dull light, things are hazy and blurry.
Soon you see more scenery, ridges of mountains, some trees far away.
The sky begins slowly to lighten with blue, then crimson.
You have a sense of hope that there is more to come.
IMPATIENCE!
More color, then a slight glimpse of the sun.
Slowly and magically the sun appears in red, orange, yellow, and pink.
A new day.
HOPE!
I feel like grieving has been like this. I like the analogy.
Our recent anniversary was awkward, uncomfortable, and bittersweet. Returning to Aspen, riding the trails, sitting on special benches, eating at our favorite lunch spots were numb and at times emotional. I know I will be lonely at times but hope to feel Ron's presence with me forever.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
My picture is entitled HOPE.
Blessings to you today.
Jane