Chalk under my finger nails,
a sacrament of powder
ground into my skin
leaving smudges
on everything I touch…
pressed onto paper,
colour blending with colour,
the drawing emerges,
takes on a life of its own,
as it seeps from my imagination,
and morphs into
something
quite different,
transforming me…
then others see it,
other things
emerge,
and they tell me back a story
at once my own,
yet not my own…
it all began with chalk,
or did it?
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About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons).
I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!
I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
Eternal footsteps 