Keren Dibbens-Wyatt's Blog, page 6
March 9, 2018
Lent 21
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The brass trumpet calls like an alpine horn, long and low across the meadow. The flowers would answer if they could but only the goats lift their heads and shake them, as if blaming their fanciful imaginations for the sound. They have no idea they are being summoned by love to a real feast, as they eat anything and everything they can find, thinking hats are lunch, and washing lines, vines with delicious hanging fruit. “How foolish!” We cry, and then realise we too may be missing the true banquet.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
reference photo for quick pastel sketch courtesy of Therese Wontorek
March 8, 2018
Lent 20
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The trembling gives you away, so that we know you are cold and frightened, full of dread and longing for the warmth of an open fire, or open arms. Let the tender heart of God then enfold you and still those shakes. Let grace wrap around you like a home woven blanket, and sit you on her lap with a warm cup of cocoa, telling you the story of how you began as a seed of starlight, and were lullabied across a universe of love to become yourself.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
March 7, 2018
Lent 19
The central bud of the rose is strong for its many layers, a spear-like nub. Like the heart, to grow it must open. It will learn the hard way, that the more it does so, the more delicate it will become. Beauty and love do not stay crouched and bunched like a fist, but have learnt to unfold, and to make themselves vulnerable.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
March 6, 2018
Lent 18
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Change is always humming in the air and thrumming in the ground. If you listen long and low you might hear it through your feet, or feel it in your heart. The beat of the universe, a cosmic drum, the constant of all things. Seconds, seasons, aeons, none the same, all is dancing, sometimes swung around one turn in a year, holding hands with the sun, sometimes a thousand steps in a minute, tapping with the feet of bees who know where the sweetest nectar lies. But always and ever ready to move.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018 using a reference photo by Andy Wade, with kind permission.
March 5, 2018
Lent 17
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Stand on the crest of the hill, on the top of the wave, and sing into the snow. Let it take your song and fly with it, onwards and off into the storm, forming a blizzard of love. For if the world were to be embraced by such a sound, would it not lay down its arms and grievances, and weep itself to its knees?
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
(artwork done from a photo for educational purposes only)
March 3, 2018
Lent 16
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Translucence may be the next stage in the life of a pearl. For this oh too solid flesh to melt and prise itself apart so that beams and rays might travel through it, lighting all things up and calling everything sacred.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
March 2, 2018
Lent 15
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Your glow is what transfigures you. Not the dull earth below, which is your substance, your normality, your humility, but the light that finds you. For it is not for you to shine, small lifeless orb, dull creature, but yours to be shone upon. And the light that finds you, loves you, and stays with you, riding above your self like lustre in orbit, a soft swirling snowstorm of grace, holding you beyond touch.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
March 1, 2018
Lent 14
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Flames of love lick at the drabness and drear, at the dross of life and transform them by consuming them with fire. Beauty arises from the ashes, just as a smile lights up and transforms a wrinkled, weary face. Bow to the beauty and the sacredness of all things. This is transfiguration, shining light into the darkness not to illuminate it, but to redeem it.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
February 28, 2018
Lent 13
[image error]Pearls of knowledge and wisdom are more often to be found amongst pigs’ husks than locked in ivory towers in safe deposit boxes. For the world barely knows real treasure when it sees it, and so much lies undiscovered, waiting and excited to be lifted into the air with cries of Eureka and Alleluia!
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
February 27, 2018
Lent 12
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There are treasures hidden throughout the earth. The treasure hunters find the pearl and think that is it. But each pearl is part of a string of glories and everything is connected, a mycelium of jewels and precious stones all clamouring to be discovered, their songs rising up through loam and clay longing to reach your hearing and tell you the secrets of a whole universe of love and the glory of God’s name. This is what lies beneath the mulch, and why humankind were made to be tillers of soil and caretakers of the earth.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
