"My Mothers Rosary"
A visual manifestation of my Prayer Vigil
for all those who have been swept up
in this crusade being waged by
dictators and oligarchs the world over.
While the chaos they are sowing is being orchestrated
to wear away at our rights, to threaten and
systematically dissolve the cornerstones of our
democracy, the one thing that can't be taken
from us is thepower of prayer.
I am not a dogmatic person. But I do
know the power of prayer. When my mother
prayed for you, you felt it.
This was demonstrated to me hundreds of times.
I may not necessarily believe in a God,
but I do believe in people. I believe that
thoughts have power and energy. Energy and
power that can move us, can free us from
the momentum of this downward spiral.
Three days after my mother died,
at the age of 101
I drove from my home in Vermont to
attend the funeral.
Along the drive I prayed for her.
Partway there I pulled into the general
store in Pittsfield Vermont,
by the Tweed River, and there
hanging directly on the brick
in front of my car
was a blue rosary.
A month or so after the funeral
I asked my sister if
I could have my mother's rosaries as she
had several. Her response was that the only
one she knew about was Blue,
and it was buried with her.
A few months later a package arrived in the mail
with the remnants of her broken rosary's.
Worn and broken from
a life of prayer.
This collage is my prayer for the power of good
to overcome the tremendous evil that has
eclipsed our world. And, in honor to my
mother and the power of prayer.
(image below)
"Solace"
A visual manifestation of my Prayer Vigil
for all those who have been swept up
in this crusade being waged by
dictators and oligarchs the world over.
While the chaos they are sowing is being orchestrated
to wear away at our rights, to threaten and
systematically dissolve the cornerstones of our
democracy, the one thing that can't be taken
from us is thepower of prayer.
I am not a dogmatic person. But I do
know the power of prayer. When my mother
prayed for you, you felt it.
This was demonstrated to me hundreds of times.
I may not necessarily believe in a God,
but I do believe in people. I believe that
thoughts have power and energy. Energy and
power that can move us, can free us from
the momentum of this downward spiral.
Three days after my mother died,
at the age of 101
I drove from my home in Vermont to
attend the funeral.
Along the drive I prayed for her.
Partway there I pulled into the general
store in Pittsfield Vermont,
by the Tweed River, and there
hanging directly on the brick
in front of my car
was a blue rosary.
A month or so after the funeral
I asked my sister if
I could have my mother's rosaries as she
had several. Her response was that the only
one she knew about was Blue,
and it was buried with her.
A few months later a package arrived in the mail
with the remnants of her broken rosary's.
Worn and broken from
a life of prayer.
This collage is my prayer for the power of good
to overcome the tremendous evil that has
eclipsed our world. And, in honor to my
mother and the power of prayer.
(image below)
"Solace"
Deluge at Sunrise NY City 38x 36 (detail)
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