This life is a journey. That is so cliché and yet, so true. There is never a time when there is a once and done. There is never a Holy Grail Healing. And yet, there are those Moments, like side journeys. Potholes in the road that turn out to be sinkholes and when we come up gasping for breath, we discover that years have passed in the world that went on as usual while our life stopped…or changed, or we changed, and our life expected us not to. Conversely, there are the side paths that we think are just a simple step to the side one day, but instead lead us on an epic, soul-changing scenic route that takes us to a mountaintop, or through an ancient wood, or behind a crystal waterfall, and we come back (sometimes only a second later) a whole new soul to look around at our fellow trudgers unable to ever see the road of life the same way again. Sometimes those Moments are our own experiences, sometimes they are the glimpse of an experience someone else graces us with.
These experiences carve depths in us that can be acquired no other way. Depths of compassion and grace, beauty and more… And while no two experiences overlap, the Sacred Moments somehow do, and although utterly alone, we are never alone. I seek to paint the Sacred Moments. The love and joy and grace and hope that come even in the bitter sinkholes of life.