All The Green Mountains
Painting - Acrylic On Paper
He stood, witness to the last angel’s trumpet sounding, looking up toward the grotto that was her home and where she would go to meet the teacher. She had lived her life against incredible odds. She had survived so many attempts to take her from this life. Most of all, she had come to some peace with all the loss and, in time, come to see it as gain, all for the glory of God and the enrichment of all that was green and growing.
She had stayed true to all she held within her heart. She had written many books and left them as little treasures. But it was her story, their story, alive inside this mountain and on the forest floor that meant the most to him. He could read it in the crevices and caverns, the steep rock face and the soft smiles she would show him when they would meet to talk at the close of day on his visits. He was happy for their talks and all that moved between them.
Who could say if the story would be remembered in a hundred years? All he knew for sure that the living of it had changed him and that he would carry it for an eternity. It was written in his heart. They had carried her to the meeting place and there they would bury her, but he knew it was life and life to the full that mattered to her. That life would live in him always.
This painting is inspired by my visits to Sainte-Baume in Provence, France, in the spring and fall of 2016 and all that has come clear in time. This is what I know by heart.
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November 8th, 2019
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