A world of wonder awaits us. Would you walk with me?
I want to share with you part of a storybook I wrote and illustrated during a time of reawakening joy and peace in 2005.
Several tragedies had touched our family that year. For months my soul felt as chilled as the frost on the fields by our river.
I drew and painted for hours, often late into the night. During the day I walked the hills and listened to the wind in the trees. I planted flowers with my grandchildren and played music with native flutes.
In time the bleakness of loss was transformed into awe and gratitude for all life. I began to draw of hope and joy and connection.
This excerpt from the book tells of the deep sense of wonder that began to fill my spirit.
A JOURNEY OF WONDER
(c)sbrink 2016
I know you have felt alone sometimes,
sensing there is beauty there,
waiting for you.
I know you have reached out for love,
yearning to be held,
to be comforted.
I know there are times
when you have felt alone in a fog,
even when someone was there with you.
I know,
because I have felt that way too.
But I’ve had a glimpse of hope and beauty so intense
that I want to share it with you.
Will you take my hand?
I would be honored to walk through life with you.
After all, journeys are better
when shared with someone special.
Together we can share the magic
of a starry night
when all the world is filled with wonder.
Together we can reach higher
than we ever dreamed.
We can dance and laugh
to the music of the wind . . .
and find friendship and comfort
in the moonlight.
We can find peace as we watch a river
winding its way home
and breathe in hope and joy
as we feel the mist of
a new dawning day.
When the path ahead becomes rugged
. . . and it will more than once . . .
we will take turns lifting each other up.
When we need to cry
or our faith is weak,
we will feel each other’s presence,
even when we are miles apart.
I do not know where this journey will lead us,
but we need not be afraid.
We will be together.
Take my hand.
A world of wonder awaits us.
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