"Edge of Heaven" 55x55, Oil on Canvas
This is from my journal during my time at Big Bend National Park:
"One incredible gift we miss in the cities are the sense of stars. We literally cannot see them because of our artificial lights. This vast space twinkling in color above us and we do not even see it. The Milky Way is sliding across the sky in beautiful rivers of light. How many wonders are we missing?"
I was kindly reminded by a Mentor of mine that taking a Sabbath is necessary. He wrote me that It's not just ceasing from work but from STRIVING. Perhaps in the city we don't truly know how to rest. Striving has become a natural part of being Wife, Mom, and Artist. How much am I missing by keeping my head down and "getting through it?"
As I painted this I actually wept in joy. I remembered the sweet time I had hiking the mountain on the left with my oldest daughter. I remembered how deeply I felt God HAD ME in Big Bend. And He has me still.
I love the rocks and edges of mountains against a sky. These are all metaphors. Pictures. Something in me goes pretty deep when it comes in the package of beauty and space. It seems to center me on what is right and good. He is. And I don't have to work for Him or try to catch His attention. He's all in. His love goes on and on.