Monday, February 28, 2011
Emails have been pouring in, telling the stories of my friends who have survived the quake. This afternoon, I could bear it no longer. I took my spade and bucket and went down to the beach. The tide was coming in fast, bringing with it swirls of broken shells. As I gathered them, I looked for the whole shells, wondering how many I could find. Miraculously, some have survived intact.
Under the surface of the stories I've picked up a theme: retrieval. My brave and resilient friends are telling not just of the disaster, but also of the good. As I picked up one whole shell after another, I decided to put them together, with the fragments, in a shape that suggests an icon, a stained glass window, and stability.
For all those who have suffered the shattering of homes, hopes and human lives, I offer wholeness amongst the debris. May a new order emerge, and may goodness continue to be retrieved, more and more, until eventually the retrieval becomes stronger than the fragments, which nature will claim just as the incoming tide claimed my shrine.
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Wonderful shrine and prayer Juliet, a prayer for comfort and healing. May goodness continue as you say ...and there is so much goodness shining through amid all the heartbreak and horror.
This is very lovely Juliet. I love that art is a prayer. It is something I have always done but only in recent years recognised that my way of praying is with my hands through art more than words. love your earthy prayer shrines.
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