TO THIS POINT

Winds are changing, something in the air is rearranging. A season is half-heartedly giving up its ways and glory to another that will surely come. I am here, alone, in the shift, I think. Need to know which way to go. The sun rises and tallies the sum of what’s behind and before, like rocks scattered on the floor to the ends of the earth. Questions give birth to fear as I’m standing here wandering what may come with this new wind blowing. Casting stones at my inability to navigate on my own, I comb the ground for some sign of hope in a 360 view of a color-filled blur. Everything is moving in this wind except for one thing stacked and still. Someone has been here before. Someone has built this. Rocks, set on end, again, to remind. Up to this point and time after time, the cairns were positioned to point me in a way marked and kept. I am not left to navigate blindly. The wind behind me, whispering and pushing, shushing the noise and trembling over my skin. Moving forward until another Ebenezer is in sight again.

​40 x 30 in, mixed media painting

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