The title of this piece came pretty instantaneously. Painting has been an oasis for me, when the situations of our current time seem dark and insurmountable. The act of putting paint on paper or canvas beats down the tumult of the day, the darkness that permeates my mind as I read the daily news. Where do you find your oasis? Where do you find that place where you can rest, that place that calms the mind, that refuge? I fluctuate between feeling energized to do something about what is happening and the need to remove my heart and mind from it entirely. When things feel urgent, it is hard to allow ourselves a place of rest...but rest or finding our oasis is crucial in order to shore up the will and focus to do the work that needs to be done, whether it is in your work, your family life or in protecting our democracy. There are hundreds of thousands if not millions of people who have been sexually assaulted in this country, including me, though mine seems mild in comparison to many. Still, it was terrifying to me. To those people, I say, I believe you. It's been really hard these last two weeks. Find your place of refuge, your sanctuary, your oasis and rest your weary soul. "Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28 Better words have not been spoken for me these last few weeks. Find your oasis.
Echoes from the Past
Robyn Sand Anderson