I was not supposed to be born and I nearly died a few times on my journey to telling this story. Selah. I am a joyous, creative person and some days, I am a knotted shoulder or back spasm, an unspoken desire or new idea. I am strong and genius. Each day is a prayer answered. Amen.
I grew up doing Psalm work with my mother. These writings have guided many journeys, processes, failings and triumphs. The Psalms have been intoxicating, a reprieve and soothing balm more potent than aged grapes. Selah.
This work, VSO.Psalms (Very Special Old Psalms) is an exercise in seeing. Selah.
In witnessing the witnessing of Arielle Julia Brown’s time with elders and other participants, I was secondhand beholding visions of protracted thinking and meditation with the Psalms. It was a window. Selah.
And the imagery born is abstract minimalism. Because I cannot possibly retell another person's story word for word, but I can and will capture the simple beauty of their truth.
As with the Book of Psalms, I believe that with this work, (if the witness of it is open, available and willing) these pieces succeed in:
Pointing out our coming saviour
Asking that we be kept safe from evil, hurt, harm and danger
Admitting that we need help
Giving thanks & praise for work done for our benefit
Observing holy days for ritual
Practicing personal ceremonies
And finally Remaining poetic about life despite hardship
Thank you to the elders and other participants and to my new dear sibling Arielle for the call to fellowship with the Psalms.