friendship

 

What can I write about this picture?

It is in honour of late nights playing Ligretto; laughing and talking until the early morning.

It is in honour of sitting together to read the Bible and pray.

It is in honour of sleeping under the Christmas tree to surprise my siblings in the morning.

It is in honour of "Good Night" "Kisher Pari" and "Sweet Dreams"

Of adventure, laughter, tears, and bear hugs.

Anda, eflin.

Writing and Sketching

I have moved more times than I care to count in my life, changing continents every two years while I still lived in the single digits. After that it slowed down, but I still moved a fair bit.

One day, tired of being uprooted constantly, and wanting  a reminder that God is in control, I painted a picture of a sad little girl being gently uprooted.

Over the summer, I was struggling once more with this grief. Within the struggle came a reminder of God's love and care, and a desire to repaint the picture with changes.

Now the girl is no longer passively being uprooted. Instead, she has been resisting -- holding onto the side of the pot. But now the Gardener has called her. In looking at Him, though her face is streaked with tears, she is letting go and reaching for Him.

Disclaimer: The main reason for this post is to let my students see how writing and sketches can work together in planning sometimes. However, I like to share the story behind things, hence the whole post.

A second attempt at returning.

The poinsetta branch above had been knocked off one of my mother's cherised plants. She tenderly placed it in a spice jar with some water, hoping that it would sprout roots.

Last year when I attempted to return, my camera developed a lens problem a week later. Saddened, and slightly stressed by work, I struggled to return to the blog immediately to post the failure. I think part of me hoped to fix it. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, for which I apologize.

Last week, I got a new camera. So once more, I am attempting to explore wonder, joy, and art. Hopefully, this time it will sprout roots.

A returning

It has truly been a long time since I quit keeping up with this blog.
Several times I have thought of restarting it, but since I was floating back and forth across the globe, I wasn't sure if I could manage to keep it up.
Now  that I am a teacher at a small international school in Delhi, and soon to be hosting an after-school art club, I think the time has come to begin again.
I probably will aim for a posting schedule of once or twice a week. I am a busy teacher now.

The picture above is a card I made for a cousin.

May you have a day of small delights of wonder.

Snow! and art.

Snow comes only a few times a year where I live, sometimes only once. So we enjoy it while we have it. It was lovely yesterday with "snow stars" as someone called them, floating down nearly all day. It didn't stick until evening,though.
Here is a snow sculpture I made with my eight year old brother. He took the first picture.

"Courage, dear heart"

I have always loved the imagery in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader when all seems lost and Lucy calls out to Aslan. An albatross comes and circles the mast and Lucy hears "Courage, dear heart." Recently, it has been a reminder to have courage and trust.

A work in progress.

"Grief is great"

A picture of how I've been feeling a lot this past week: a little girl in need of climbing up into her Father's lap.

A friend died last week. I'd hoped to have some art representing the joy he'd been in the lives of those who had known him, but instead all I have is an older picture, which was a good reminder for me tonight.