Friday, January 6, 2012
Washed by the sea
As I purposely retreat from the cares of the world and give myself to the quiet, I find refreshing, like being washed by the sea.
It is what I like most about days spent on the coast. There is always a washing along the seashore whether it be from the crashing waves or the drizzle of seamist.
Of course there is nothing quite like the washing by the sea from actually swimming in its waves. The Northern coast is cold and even in summer you shouldn't stay in the water for long. But I cannot resist getting in and letting the waves wash over my head. There is nothing like the refreshing I feel from the frosty saltwater crashing over me.
Afterwards I rest in the warm sand while the sun dries my hair turning it golden. Washed by the sea...It is me and what I let flow into my painting from brush to water to paint to papier.
I am letting the sea wash through me into my art. The calm of pacific greys and the refreshing of sea blues.
I am a person who waits and listens. I like that one of the definitions of contemplative prayer is~ active quiet. I relate to that. I am quiet but I am active. When I retreat into a place of quiet it is with purpose. I am refreshed and am able to give more.
I read this morning "By his knowledge the depths break open, and the clouds drop dew." Proverbs 3:20
The depths of understanding...breaking me open.
washed by the sea...
and refreshed by the dew.