A Blank Canvas Reimagined

by Elouise

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I can’t get A Blank Canvas out of my mind. Sometimes, especially with distressing or puzzling dreams, I’ve written the next scene out as I imagine it might be. But this dream was different. Here’s what I’ve written instead–

No woman is an island….

Gentle swells of water
Calls from seabirds
The sounds of waves
Lap against my ears
Tree leaves rustle

The greatest adventure of my life
In the company of others
Keeping it simple
Floating in deep waters
Singing life with my words

I’ve created small lovely creeks –
Perhaps in Eaton Canyon
Or trickling through Savannah marshes
Or tumbling alongside roads
I travel daily

Trees and shrubs overhang banks
Drip ferns and mosses
Birds flit limb to limb
Water swims over and around
Rocks, boulders, small dams

Above and beneath this ocean
of past, present and future
God’s Spirit bears my voice
on wings of music and storms
Connecting my heart with yours

Thanks to Fran Macilvey  for asking about the sketch above. I wasn’t sure whether to post it. But given the direction the dream has taken, I’m happy to share it with you. If you want to know more about the sketch, click here.

Thanks to each of you for being part of my life. I wouldn’t be where I am in my journey without your inspiration and encouragement.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 September 2016
Sketch of me by CF at a professional retreat 1984