have you ever heard of andy goldworthy? if not, you should. he has an unique ability to see beauty inherent in the natural world and display it for the world to appreciate. he collaborates with nature to make new creations from the most simple yet extremely sensitive perspective.

my roommate, amanda the cartoonist, let me borrow a documentary on the nature artist and i was completely inspired. after watching the film, i wanted to get lost in a forest sewing leaves together or stack stones along the shore only to have them swallowed up by the tide. then i looked outside at the caged trees and the concrete planters… my artistic release just doesn’t belong here.

i went to the mountain this weekend… i needed to get away, to search, to be still. as i sat there upon the rock, reading the last days of Jesus, i began to cry. though a story can be read again and again, sometimes the meaning seeps deeper and its Truth requires a new level of acceptance than had previously been thought… life from death, freedom from pain, beauty from brokenness. it was one of those kind of moments which i felt naked and vulnerable in the bigness of the purpose yet completely held and secure in the love for which it was done. the moment left me artistically inspired.

i began gathering the poppies scattered around the hillside in the most vibrant shades of orange. i held them in my shirt like i had as a little girl picking dandelions, until my pile was overflowing. returning to the rock upon which i was sitting, i cleared out the vines and weeds from within the deep crack. one by one, i placed the flower blooms within the rock, until my collection had been exhausted. i stepped away from the site and watched the life of the flowers flow from between the walls of the rock.

He has risen.

He has risen, indeed.

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