174. Teeth (Imagination 4)

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I quite often see things and exclaim, why that looks just like a … whatever it might be, in this case, a leaf looking like a venus fly trap, with all its tiny raging teeth.  I think becoming an artist has enhanced this imaginative seeing, and even eating toast at lunchtime has become about the animal shapes that appear after a few bites. How my husband puts up with my childishness, I don’t know, but he always humours me, and I love him for it.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

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173. Patronus (Imagination 3)

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The light coming through curtains quite often makes a picture here and there, thanks to our chum pareidolia, and today I saw a stag that made me think of the protective patronus in Harry Potter. IT is an interesting barometer of our inner state, what we “choose” to see in the light and shadows around us. If we are feeling fearful, the patterns can seem threatening, if we are peaceful, there might be a dove or a butterfly. The subconscious always affects our seeing, and this is another thing we need to be aware of when practising contemplation.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

171. Snail Leaf (Imagination 1)

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Most of the photos in this section will require very little in the way of explanation! Our imaginations are fired by what we see, what we connect with, what we remember. It is a bit like having a whole cupboard full of cultural connections and ways of interpreting the world, that we draw on. This cupboard is different for each one of us. Where I see a snail shape on a leaf (admittedly I’m a bit obsessed with snails), someone else might just see a blotch, or a face, or another shape entirely. So our imaginations tap into deep places and memories, stories, and this can tell us a lot about the way we are processing the world around us.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

170. Rainbow – Colour Conclusions

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One of my favourite films is The Wizard of Oz. I loved it as a child, and waited eagerly for Dorothy’s world to change from black and white to full Technicolor. In some ways, I feel that this is how God changes our sight when we start to practise contemplation. Things become richer, brighter, fuller. I struggle now to process even a tiny bit of the loveliness I see all around me. Colour is a quality that evokes emotions, memories, connections all over the place. Each one contains a myriad of hues, and the spectrum could be divided ad infinitum, and its colours mixed into thousands of shades, as the paint catalogues constantly sell us, with their exotic sounding names.

Colour is how God has painted the universe, and I don’t know about you, but it never ceases to make my heart leap.

Next we shall be looking at the power of imagination in our seeing.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

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?

It’s not that I’m…

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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