The Hebrew scriptures tell of a desert valley full of dry bones being put back together, and life and breath being restored to them*. What would it feel like to be drawn up out of the hopelessness of death into being alive? I would imagine that after having been lifeless for who knows how long, standing on my own legs again might feel a little shaky at first. Then there’s that holy, living breath being breathed into me, waking me into life. And not just me, but those around me too. I am deeply grateful that death was not the end of the story. It was the start of a new one.
Media: Acrylics and wax pastels on canvas, 18″x36″ ©2016