Grace
I went to sleep after completing this painting, and I dreamt I was a magic brush able to speak to every part of the colorful canvas and inspect every element in the work. I could easily crawl into the red nooks and catch a ride on the white and yellow crannies. I could twirl with every spiral and swiftly hang on to every drip. My eyes marveled at the light that emanated from each little piece of blue foil glued on to the five central figures who promptly whispered their sweet secrets of a world beyond the worlds. They said it was not the world of the unknown, but the unknowable.
I eagerly ventured layer by layer of texture and sauntered behind the blueness, filled with unconditional love, joy, peace, compassion, acceptance, kindness, forgiveness and infinite gratefulness until tears rolled down my cheeks and I knew with certainty that I was in the arms of Grace.
I awoke and still felt the same feelings. I was a little shaky at first, as if I was a newborn and in a way I was. I felt light as a feather. I felt changed.
How does it feel to be in Grace’s arms? You will need to experience it yourself, but I can tell you…It is a feeling and not a thought. It is not the unknown, but the unknowable!
I eagerly ventured layer by layer of texture and sauntered behind the blueness, filled with unconditional love, joy, peace, compassion, acceptance, kindness, forgiveness and infinite gratefulness until tears rolled down my cheeks and I knew with certainty that I was in the arms of Grace.
I awoke and still felt the same feelings. I was a little shaky at first, as if I was a newborn and in a way I was. I felt light as a feather. I felt changed.
How does it feel to be in Grace’s arms? You will need to experience it yourself, but I can tell you…It is a feeling and not a thought. It is not the unknown, but the unknowable!