It is both comforting and funny how many people I bumped into in that sandy heap on the shore. So many stunned surfers in the world. Trying to make sense of things. A mini crash tribe was formed, and I think each of us became a little less confused when we processed our experiences together.
This wearing away, eroding, shaking up and sifting out - it is a theme oft repeated in my life, and one I hear in the stories shared by others. We're becoming polished, smooth and silky, like tumbled stones (I had a rock tumbler years ago, and I can tell you, not only do they make a racket, but it takes a LOT of tumbling to make things smooth).
Maybe this is what it takes to make us both "more resilient and tender" (Nepo again) simultaneously.
This piece developed from a gesture during a recent life drawing session. To me, she depicts perfectly a woman recovering on the shore after a few rows with the currents of life.
Huge thanks to all the participants in Sunday's storytelling challenge! Your comments, emails, texts and phone calls were so very welcome. And your stories are magnificent. My amazing intern, Fiona, selected a winner from all the entries (thank goodness I didn't have to pick!) Congratulations, Dana, your story was the winner! Pongo is preparing your art print for shipping now.
Jen Walls and her imaJENation