"Sometime between the offering and the doxology, the Shekinah did stir; but for a moment, as in a blink, causing dust to dance momentarily, before settling earthly and under foot swept."
And isn't that our condition? In the midst of glory, of something holy, we see it as mere dust to be swept away? Yet, in the very dust the particles of God's presence. I do not know. I know in brief, ever so brief moments, glimpses, I am transported, transfixed. Like a prick to the heart, a wisp of a faint breeze touching cheek. We know we were in the presence of something beyond this world of dust and ordinary, but we cannot grasp it for any length.
Like the faith we are asked to live by. Not in fullness of light, always lurking in the shadow land, in the dark covering everything. Pinholes occasionally prick and little glimpses of light the other side of the wall emerge.
But the dust covers quickly the hole and into blackness we descend again.
The Gateway Gallery in moving downtown will be a good move. $300 less in rent, double the space. I have ordered 75 matts and acetate covers in 11x14 and 8x10 for 8x10 and 5x7 prints. With these, I can price the work much lower and hopefully generate some sales. I was going to stop after January with the gallery but will give the new location another go. They have asked for my man power to help in the renovation.
And so this blog is no forum or place either, as after four years, I have less than a dozen followers, as I have over and over said. A great journal compared to the old notebooks I suppose, even though I will have the notebooks long after this computer has crashed and gone.
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