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Calm Waters

June 13, 2014


Some days are just rainy.

I suppose,

loosing permanently something that is substantial, is not easy.


Some days come with a sharp insight,

penetrative awareness that I have gone through permanent, negative changes,

and those changes have damaged me, harmed me,

perhaps debilitated me for the rest of my life.


I look at my surgical wounds when I clean and grease them.

Over 40 cm wrinkled, bruised, dry skin,

today I find a hole between stitches and rests of the clotted blood.

I really don’t like to look that close to my injuries,

traces of the cancer.

I hideously dislike that word.

I hate the fact,

that you just have to cut out everything it touches, if you can.

I feel that I’m cut in pieces,

and I’m never going to be normal again.

I hope it’s not true.

That’s why I pray for health,

I try not to get buried under disappointments and losses,

and instead pray for joy and balance.

…Even though I see the permanent damages and feel them,

every day.


I felt that it was time to work with this painting for a while.

I feel a need for calm waters, calm and nourishing waters.

And I go back to some old words from David’s psalm:

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.

Psalm 23


In Revelation, it’s said

the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal.

I wonder how it would be to drink the water of life?

What if I ask the angels to give me a titbit of that feeling, the healing and nourishing effect of it?


Today’s pray is short, as my mind feels narrow:

Dear Lord,

give me strength,

strength to live inside this body,

ability to treat it with both caring and loving ways.


Give me always the right point of view,

to see,

how appropriately and beautifully You have created me.

Please, remind me,

every day,

that everything in my life has a purpose,

and show me the wisdom behind it,

and please,

show it so many times, that I understand.


Dear Lord,

let me feel Your power,

let Your grace surround me

with revitalizing warmness

and please,

heal all my wounds.





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