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Creating Encounter in Colour

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Shortly after I began practising prayer and meditation as a central part of my life rather than an “add-on” the Lord started talking to me about colour. He reminded me how my favourite film as a child was The Wizard of Oz and hinted that my life was soon to be transformed from black and white to glorious Technicolor in the same way that the world changes for Dorothy when she travels from Kansas to Oz. After living so many years in what seemed a grey and deserted wasteland suffering with M.E. this came as very welcome news. The Lord drew out of me the realisation that colour is something that makes my heart leap.

As a child one of the most exciting things I could possibly find in a shop was a set of colouring pens or pencils. The range of pens all lined up shouting out their colours like a packaged rainbow was thrilling to me. It made me joyful. As an adult I had my capacity for joy stolen from me for a long time, due to this long and terrible illness and a crushing divorce. For years, my only consolation was doing cross stitch. The huge range of colours of embroidery thread were soothing to my soul, as was the act of creating. Next came a new, loving husband, thank God, and my new hobby, crochet, and although I could only do a very little at a time, the colours of all the yarn were balm to my wounds.

For my 40th birthday seven years ago, my parents bought me a retreat at Aylesford Priory in Kent. This was before my latest relapse which has left me almost entirely housebound. But back then, when I was sitting in the Relic Chapel which has the most beautiful coloured stained-glass windows (see my photograph above). I was thinking about prayer and colour when I felt the Lord strongly imprint a commission on my heart and I knew it was to be a writer. The first thing he wanted me to write about was colour. I duly wrote a short book which brought me great joy.  I’ve not yet been able to publish it, since it needs colour printing which is very expensive!

Three years ago, the Lord brought out of me a talent for art, and no-one was more surprised than I! My passion for colours had finally found its full outlet. I am deeply grateful. A few times over the years I have come back to writing here and there about my heart for colour, but now seems a good time to marry that with my love of art and photography, and my blog about Creating Encounter with God on our Lakelight Sanctuary website, as well as resurrecting bits and pieces from that very first book.

My intention, God and health willing, is to post a piece a week on both that blog and this, of my trademark poetic prose, reflecting on colour as prayerful meditation. I hope that you will find your heart lifted and enjoy my little offerings. See you next week for piece one!

God bless you,

Keren

 

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Lent 14

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Flames of love lick at the drabness and drear, at the dross of life and transform them by consuming them with fire. Beauty arises from the ashes, just as a smile lights up and transforms a wrinkled, weary face. Bow to the beauty and the sacredness of all things. This is transfiguration, shining light into the darkness not to illuminate it, but to redeem it.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 13

 

Piggies from phil jenkins smallPearls of knowledge and wisdom are more often to be found amongst pigs’ husks than locked in ivory towers in safe deposit boxes. For the world barely knows real treasure when it sees it, and so much lies undiscovered, waiting and excited to be lifted into the air with cries of Eureka and Alleluia!

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 11

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Each head is tuned slightly apart, and God’s heart knows each frequency and speaks to it in its own language of love, not an impersonal broadcast to all four winds, but a soft Gaelic whisper in your inner ear, a sweeping sweet vision across your inner sight, for those who have attuned themselves, being drawn in by love.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 5

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This tide is what pulls us in, draws us like a magnet, to the Centre, when we truly pray. Once it has held you, you remain enraptured for the rest of your life and susceptible to its call. It will call you from the perfection of a flower or the drama of a high note quivering in the air on a soprano’s breath. You will recognise it more and more often, for it is the call of home.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 4

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When we receive as Manna a foretaste of heaven, we are still unsatisfied, because we want immediate gratification, immediate perfection, and instead we have to scrape our food off the desert floor. Bent down with our noses to the ground, we quickly become tired of the same fare, even when it tastes of heaven.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

55. Prayer (potential)

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Prayer took me in an unexpected direction today, as it quite often does. There’s not really much point having expectations beyond meeting with God, really, as every time is different.

Some people begin their prayer lives (myself included) by treating time with God like prayer is a wish list, or worse, as though he were a one-armed bandit, with us pulling the lever and hoping some kind of reward will be forthcoming, if we stand there long enough.

But as we come to know God, we learn that presenting our requests is fine and often necessary, soul searching comes frequently, as it did today, but that nestling into his heart is better. Prayer can become almost anything: tears; ministrations; lament; praise; thankfulness; instruction; petition; intercession; contemplation; listening; singing….. it is one of the most potent “potentials” there is.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017