This is the time of year when I am ready to come out of winter hibernation, however, the view beyond my window isn’t very inviting, so I hunker down and wait it out. Temps finally went above 0 today, but it’s freezing rain so not only wet and miserable but treacherous to walk. Ugh.
I’m in a funk, so you might want to stop reading now. Just saying.
I woke to a glimpse of pink sky in the east which disappeared almost as quickly as it came, and what settled in for the remainder of the day was grey.
Grey matches the colour of my thoughts and feelings right now; my heart is aching for families, for a people, for a country that I love.
“Hope is the thing with feathers”….blah, blah, blah. (Warned you I was in a mood).
Last Friday’s verdict and subsequent ripple of disbelief, anger, heartache, and hopelessness that has flowed from one shore to another has opened my eyes and ears to the degree of racism still rampant in this country. So shocking and unbelievable. There should be another emoticon on Facebook – sad isn’t nearly enough, and anger is just wasted energy that doesn’t lead to resolution of any kind. Certainly not the reconciliation I believed was slowly (finally) moving in the right direction. And this latter, above all else, is overwhelmingly adding to my grey state of mind.
So I opened my art journal and painted hope. Greens and blues and yellows and whites. A butterfly and the hint of a bird flying from behind the shadows.
Standing on a rock beside flowing water…
…waiting for spring to arrive.