Last Import…

So there it is…it happens just like that…. I was downloading the photos off my camera…and it stopped me right in my tracks–these were photos from ‘before’…before IT happened…before time stopped…before my life as I knew it changed… …before my dad died… There they were…shots from the Cape, only just over a month ago… scenes from boat tours with the grandkids, a sandwich shop for a bit of ice cream in the rain, and those from his one of his favorite little stops, the Woods Hole Aquarium… as my dad told my nephew facts upon facts about the native seals and encouraged my three-year old to touch the lobsters. It was surreal to look at the scenes unfolding before my eyes, a mini slide show of life importing onto my screen as I watched it pass by… I sit…recalling that day, and the one after that. and the others to follow…what did he say, how did he say it…trying so hard to remember, trying even harder not to forget.. It is still so hard, yet I keep watching, as now my screen is labeled ‘last import’ and somehow, someway, and oh, so sadly, those words are true. Heaven must have the most glorious pictures...

One Day at a Time

We are still recovering from this past month and my father’s unexpected passing. I am trying to pick up the paints and brushes again, but my heart isn’t quite in it. It helps to have orders waiting…I just sit and look…wanting to fill the palette with bright happy colors…layer upon layer…watching an image form on a canvas of nothing… …guess God is doing that with me right now…one day at a...