It's cold, and dark. The greyhounds stirred multiple times in the night spinning and fluffing like they do to make the perfect bed-nest. I heard every scratch and growl and now morning has come too soon - again. But I need to slip into the shower before the teens beat me to it. I forgot to pick up bread the night before. I will have to hurry to find something somewhat healthy for the teens to eat before they make their dash for the bus. The daily whirlwind of grooming, feeding, and gathering will whip through my kitchen and I'll likely find myself thinking "I can't believe how big they're getting". If I'm organized I might even be able to sit with a hot coffee and encouraging text to walk me through my already over-committed day.
And so begins another pilgrimage; a journey through the next 16 hours and I'm choosing to be sustained by faith. I don't know what the day will bring. It may bombard me with tough choices, present me with unyielding news, or require attention to a hard-pressed relationship. Although I will try to stay on the straight and narrow I will require more than effort. I will need faith.
We all walk a faith journey and are daily approaching our spiritual destination. The second painting in my Faith Journey series (above) is titled Pilgrimage. The paths of life that we travel may appear different at first, but we will meet at our final destination. Our awareness of this pilgrimage might start in the cold and dark, but it's the spiritual quest that will bring us into the light of day.
I'm always opened to thoughts and comments - thanks for stopping by, friend!
Yellow and brown strokes - a close up.
I like to use various tools to move the pastel around... one of my favorites is a razor blade that can cut through the layers making lines to reveal colour below the surface.