Sometimes–no, all the time–I want be aware of the sacred all around me. We tend to separate life into categories: sacred versus secular, art versus life, one category or discipline versus another, and we seldom connect things in our minds. Yet, in reality, it is all connected. Academic disciplines overlap, art influences life, and all of creation is sacred.
My art grows out of special times when my eyes are opened to beauty, which for me is a gift from God. The above pastel painting was inspired by a time when the sacred danced into my ordinary day, and demanded my attention.
It was one of many summer days that I kept my granddaughters, who, though they look like little angels, do not always behave like angels. We went out into the backyard to play, and the sun was streaming long yellow-green stripes of light across the grass, and these tiny yellow flowers were shooting up straight and thin, up to the blue-violet sky, and the tulip tree was spreading its delicate, pale pink blossoms.
The invitation to bask in the glory of the moment was not lost on the girls, who ran to gather the tiny yellow flowers for their mommy. It struck me that this was a sacred, beautiful moment, and though I was tired, this time I noticed, and I started taking photos.
How many times have I not noticed and just kept pushing through my day? Too many, I’m afraid. This year, open my eyes, God, to more and more of the beautiful and sacred around me, and help me listen and see You at work in all of this painful, yet glorious existence.