Lead Creative Team
A Common Flame
A Common Flame
Lead Creative Team
What keeps your firelight burning?
What keeps your firelight burning?
Lead Creative Team
The Burns Family Healing Camp
The Burns Family Healing Camp
Dave Von Bieker
On Mental Health and Faith Healers
On Mental Health and Faith Healers
Art, Reflections
Dave Von Bieker
Beauty in a Time of Dryness

These are dry times. Summer slips away faster than you can catch it – a dime down the drain. The sky hangs damp and icy today. Across the globe, powerful little men toy with the world’s future like it’s a game of chicken. Hurricanes have ravaged large parts of our earth. Families will suffer the effects for years to come. Terrorists won’t let London sleep. 

This planet can get so ugly. So broken. So disordered. So many of our mirrors are shattered.

There is order in beauty. A divine order, I believe, but whatever your theology you can feel it. The affirmation of disparate parts falling into place. 

Jennifer Berkenbosch’s Cultivar matters because the world needs beauty today. We need to be reminded that there is goodness. There is a solid bed beneath this wild river. 

Beauty in a Time of Dryness

grief

Weathered Grace

Weathered Grace

Sunday afternoon, just home from church, I’m scraping 60 years of crud from a couple dozen old boards. I like to imagine I am redeeming them. Turning ugly into beautiful. Giving these boards a new home as the backdrop to my creative studio. I hope they appreciate how close they were to the dump.

I’ve always loved the look of weathered wood. Rich yellows fade into walnut greys. Knots and grains pop with the accumulated darkening of decades and dirt. These wrinkles and age spots may be my favourite patina.

Later on, at Blue Christmas, we are speaking of grief. Loss. Pain. I think of my boards. 

 

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Monarch Butterfly

Monarch Butterfly

This room feels darker than the other ones. More silent and spacious and private. I have wrappedthe wire of a paper Monarch butterfly around the smooth tubes of the bedframe at the back of her bed.  A tower of origami pagodas that my youngest son has folded to pass the time, sits at a slight angle upon the corner table. To the right of the bed is a big window with a tree filled urban view. On the window ledge are two watercolour wooded landscapes. If she had her choice, I know my mother would have left this world from a deeper wilderness.

 

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