“Moreover, you shall make the tabernacle with ten curtains of fine twined linen and blue and purple and scarlet yarns; you shall make them with cherubim skillfully worked into them.” Exodus 26: 1
I took an all day oil painting class on Saturday. I am a beginner for sure and Preston’s Art Studio was kind to let me join as others already had experience in the medium and understood the variations in oil which was like listening with ears clogged to the rush of water. The teacher and students spoke a language I didn’t know and asked questions that I didn’t fully understand. It was complicated–how to hold the paint brush, how to actually paint, how it dries, how to mix colors, how to observe, how to paint light. Did you know that the naked eye can pick up 1,000 color variations and you can train yourself to see thousands more?
And I loved it. It was a retreat within a reflective day. A new learning moment, a stepping into something I feared but something I desperately wanted to try. Painting on canvas I thought must be similar to painting with words. Well, it wasn’t exactly like that but I understood that besides it being a gift, painting could be a skill, and one I could learn. With some patience and diligence and desire I could keep trying.
That day, I decided to wear jeans and an old sweater of my mothers. In the early afternoon I could smell her on my sleeves. She was my arms and we were painting together. I could feel her and I knew that she was happy to try along with me. “Be who you are,” she whispered in the sweet swoosh of the brush.
Her visits from heaven have grown shorter and her eye is always on the prize of light at her back, her own portal to the way back home. But she was with me that day and her arms painted with mine and her hands were my own. And I love to paint.
Try, push forth, be. In the secret desires of the heart, we will find Him there.
Love to all. Dianne
Dianne Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC