It’s difficult to remember Trudy today with the lightness of the Spring in which she arrived. It has not been long enough for me to forget the physical torture and emotional languish of her battles with cancer and heart breaks. I also can not dismiss the roles I played in the later – I was a joy and a thorn at times in the life of my sister.
I hope to find and wear today a pin that I gave Trudy one birthday; it’s in the shape of the Earth and has the word F-R-A-G-I-L-E embedded into its metal. Continue reading Trudy’s Birthday – also Earth Day
Watercolor and mixed media by Theresa Wyatt Prebilsky. You are invited to come and experience all of the artistic, visual expressions of the Stations of the Cross to be on display at Trinity Episcopal Church February 16th through Easter.
The following article is from this month’s The Window of Trinity Church newsletter for Trinity Episcopal Church, Houston.
Living in the Comma of God’s Promise – Preparing for Lent
by Theresa Wyatt Prebilsky
When I was asked again this year to offer an artistic reflection of one of the Stations of the Cross for the Trinity Lent season, I was stumped when assigned the Thirteenth Station.
Since I am not a mother I respectfully questioned if I could truly understand what it might feel like to lose a child under any circumstances, let alone brutally hung on a cross before my very eyes. I worried that maybe I had been given the wrong station. I searched the internet for previously written text and images associated with the Thirteenth Station, and I seriously considered asking for a different assignment.
But then, going to my Bible, the pages fell open to John 17 where four headings struck me as timely guideposts in preparing for Lent. Continue reading Living in the Comma of God’s Promise – Preparing for Lent
It concerns me to think that I may have to accept that I will never be the same again: bT vs aT (before and after Trudy). It conflicts with what I thought I was accepting – that if, and since, I am still here God must have a plan for me. Couple this with retirement, and getting it stuck in my head that I only have 10-15 years left – well, I’m closing down before the bell has rung. And that doesn’t seem right. Taking up space, and air, and resources – this place on earth without contribution? So maybe it’s as simple as purpose. Whatever it is, my heart’s not in it. And that doesn’t seem right either.
I miss my family. Maybe it’s that simple even as it remains that un-solvable. Please Lord, make me a channel of your love and caring and peace on earth today, and please help me to look for You today and feel You in my life today in ways that lift me to Your purpose. Help me be present to Your now and Your purpose for me.
Anniversaries melt our hearts – pooling at our Feet.
I’ve had a hard time with missing my sister today. It’s as if the annual anniversary has melted my heart and puddles at my feet. A dam I didn’t even know existed over these past months has broken – swoosh, swoosh and more tears. Continue reading Anniversaries Melt our Hearts
I didn’t feel like writing this morning. I have time so I will.
Seconds before pen hit page… well no, that’s not right. While writing the first sentence… no, that’s not right either. In writing the date at the top of my page, November 3, 2012, I felt the remembrance: not long before Trudy dies, or rather, I sense in this time the echo of her passing. A cavernous queasiness takes hold of my mind and my heart and my soul.
If I must remember an anniversary this morning I prefer to think of the spring tulips planted for Trudy by Grandpa Wyatt at the little house; beneath the small crabapple tree in the center of the drive, just east of the sidewalk that lead to the front door. Continue reading Come Before Winter