You’ll recognize the top sketch from my out-the-window snapshot from my last post. The botto one is a scene I drive past every day on the way to work. Since I started taking notice of it a few months ago (you can read about it here), I have noticed interesting things often there – an eagle perched one day on the tree, a beautiful view of Golden Ears where the snowy peaks were illuminated in an otherwise cloudy day. Through this exercise of delighting in my surroundings, God is revealing gifts in the mundane and every day. And through the meditative practice of painting, I am finding time for conversation with him.
I even got to use some of my paint pigments from Roussillon, one of my precious souvenirs from our trip to Europe a few years ago. It is a town in the south of France – one of the hilltop villages – and the soil there is red like PEI. I bought these paints, and also gathered a small sample of soil as a souvenir. At a stop over in the US on the way home, the customs people took my soil. I was quite upset by this silly confiscation, and told the story numerous times. My sister thought that my paint pigments were taken, so she went all the way back to Roussillon with her husband a year or two later, and purchase me more! So that is the story of these pigments and why they mean so much to me.