
Sometimes we travel and can’t find beauty. We are lost. It was only when my watercolor companions outlined three pictures within my one that the beauty emerged before my eyes.
How do our companions open our eyes?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

Sometimes we travel and can’t find beauty. We are lost. It was only when my watercolor companions outlined three pictures within my one that the beauty emerged before my eyes.
How do our companions open our eyes?

Today would have been my dad’s 88th birthday. He died on Palm Sunday, April 5, 2020 and I am still waiting to be able to travel in order to hold a funeral. As we are opening up, we are bringing our losses and dead with us.
How do we remember, grieve and lay to rest our losses? Our layer upon layer of trauma?

What is the nature of a life that continues beyond trauma? Cathy Caruth

“I like to look at maps, especially the really old ones. The ones made by people who understood mapmaking as an art. The ones made before all the corners of the earth had been charted, and adventurous souls approaching the boundaries of the known world were warned by the cartographer’s hand, ‘Beyond here be dragons.’” Jan Richardson in Night Visions
What mapmaking do we engage in these days?

Sunday, June 7, 7:00 to ~7:30 pm, Live Streamed on Youtube.
The Charlottesville Clergy Collective invites you to “A Service Mourning the Deaths from COVID-19 and Racism.” This service names the dual diseases of COVID-19 and racism that are ravaging our country and our world. It also calls us to respond. Please mark your calendars and join us for this service.