On Not Being Happy Clappy

New blog post up at Lakelight Sanctuary….

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Recently on Facebook I put my status as “Fed up” and added a picture of Grumpy the dwarf from Snow White. What I really wanted to say was that I was feeling heartbroken, depressed, and really missing my parents whom I haven’t seen for six months since they moved to Worcestershire. But social media just isn’t the place for vulnerability, is it? It seems too harsh a place to be real about emotions, as though your heart might just as well be sat on a stainless steel tray under bright lights and prodded by various scalpels wielded by unseen hands. But can we, as Christians, afford to be anything but real? Isn’t time (hasn’t it always been time?) to talk about depression, sickness, mental and physical suffering, poverty, trials and all other kinds of genuine difficulties that many of us face, some of us every day?

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169. Silver (colour 14)

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Silver is the colour of chrome and steel, it knows how to cut and hold. It is a humble colour, serving in usefulness and unaware of its shine. It is used to playing second fiddle to the gold standard, and being a lesser investment. But it is just as rich in many ways. It lines clouds and tongues, circles the moon, and dances on the surface of water.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

168. Brown (colour 13)

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Brown is another generous colour, like black, forming the background to so much of life, soil and branches, humble and grounded. Yet it is also a colour God has honoured, being the colour of nearly all skin in varying tones, protecting our soft innards, and the colour of wood, which bookends our lives. Brown is the crib and the coffin, the manger and of the cross.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

 

 

 

167. Turquoise (colour 12)

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This top of a deodorant bottle looks from this angle like a fantastical long lost dinosaur egg (okay I do have an overactive imagination, but still). Aqua has a special glow to it that speaks of healing and gentleness. It makes me think of underground caves and verdigris, and of Mary too, as my Marian prayers book has a lovely turquoise cover. Aegean seas and peace, the calm of deep waves rolling in. Softness and maybe the otherworldliness of something as yet unhatched.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

166. Grey (colour 11)

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Grey can seem to some like a boring colour. We say a day is grey when it is overcast and the weather feels heavy and dull. But for me, it is the colour of storms, of change coming, and of the soft, velvet fur of a Persian cat. Rumbling of thunder, thunderous purring, rolling clouds, undulating feline fluffball. Both hold potential, of rain and affection, both might give instead, a fearsome show of growls accompanied by static electricity.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

165. Pink (colour 10)

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Pink for me is the colour of vulnerability, of flesh and newness, of wounds that are just beginning to heal over. It reminds me of small animals’ noses, of tiny toes, of the softness of beautiful, open palms. It’s a colour that holds itself up and welcoming, hoping for love.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

164. Black (colour 9)

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Black is so beautiful, a contradiction as it simultaneously hugs all the light into itself and yet is also the shiniest colour there is. I can never see a black beetle without thinking of Small in Winnie-the-Pooh and how everyone went looking for him when he was lost, even though he was so tiny. Poor Eeyore was looking for an extra two days as no-one thought to tell him the little insect had been found. “That’s just what would happen,” he says.

Black is often used to illustrate what it missing, maybe because it can seem like emptiness, the space between stars, the depth of depression (something else Eeyore knows about) and the background to everything light. To me, black is a generous colour, because it makes the light brighter at its own expense, and it is kind to everyone. Who doesn’t look good in a little black dress or tuxedo?

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

New Website! Come and see Lakelight.

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As of this week, Rowan and I have a new website up and running, which we are excited to share with you.  It’s called Lakelight and it is intended to be the beginning of a vision we are called to build, a Christian sanctuary for the lost and the weary. Do come and have a look.

If you like what you see, we’d love you to join us on the next stage of the journey as we add content, by following the blog and/or subscribing to our infrequent mailing list.  Use the contact form or email us at subscribe@lakelight.org to tell us what you think!

Here is the first blog post “On Not Getting a Grip”

https://lakelight.org/2017/08/05/foundations-on-not-getting-a-grip/

163. Gold (Colour 8)

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My wedding band is deeply precious to me, for obvious reasons, but the way the light glints off the metal is a beautiful thing that often makes me catch my breath. I remember once giving a word from prayer to a lovely lady, which was to let her know that God appreciates her like a beautiful ring. He is always looking down and smiling at the sparkles and shine that she makes, and twiddling her around on his finger to show the facets of light.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

162. White (Colour 7)

 

 

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So many flowers are white, aren’t they, which seems odd when they are meant to attract insects. Most white blooms have a strong fragrance instead of a deep colour. Lilies especially make us think of purity, and yet have a heavy, pungent aroma, and their pollen stains dreadfully. I love white petals that have a translucent quality, ones that let the light shine through. They remind me of bridal veils and the robes of Ascension, whose dazzling whiteness would have made soap-powder companies weep.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017