Light at the End of the Road

“Beginnings are out of our hands; they decide themselves. This is true of our breathing and our heartbeat. Beginning precedes us, creates us, and constantly takes us to new levels and places and people. There is nothing to fear in the act of beginning.”John O’Donohue, from To Bless the Space Between Us

This post was originally written on June 16, 2010. This week I am posting some of the essays that I think are worth reading again, and sharing:)

This week is the one year anniversary of my move out to the little rural island Paradise of Edisto. It’s like I moved to another planet, and time shifted. Edisto is very much like the 1950′s of my childhood, but this move brought great shifts in consciousness, lessons in detachment, and gifts I did not know were coming. My heart is simply full of gratitude.

Light Tunnel, Edisto Island ©chwrenn'10

Today I am working on a series of new paintings. Two of them are variations of this image: Light at the end of the tunnel.

The picture was taken on one of the most beautiful oak alleys on the island, the wide, dirt, Botany Bay Road, which leads now to the 5000 acre preserve of Botany Bay Plantation that is open to the public and includes its own pristine island. It was almost dark. The glow of light was invisible through the camera lens, and it wasn’t until I got back home and looked at the digital image that I saw it. Light at the end of this tunnel of trees is a metaphor that I see in my mind’s eye all the time, and this evening it appeared physically for me. Serendipidously.

As I age, I sense how brief my life is on this earth in my physical body. People and experiences move in and out of our lives. They leave us gifts if we are lucky. All we can do is hold on, really, with our eyes open toward expectancy…. To take this ride as awake as we can. Our hearts must crack open, too. Love comes, in waves, from many, often unexpected sources. If we are paying attention – which is, well, just everything. Simply paying attention.

Bumping into me from all sides lately are ideas and concepts of time, and light, and energy. Carl Jung called this synchronicity. It began with my stumbling upon T. S. Eliot’s delicious lines from The Four Quartets, while trying to process the end of a long love relationship in my life. “Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.” That felt true to me. Then, I read that people, once connected, as Lynn McTaggart writes in The Field, a extraordinary book about the quantum physics, of all things, are always connected. That time is one vast sea of energy. The existence of the Zero point field implies that all matter in the universe is interconnected by waves which are spread out through time and space and can carry on to infinity. I just finished The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle and am devouring as fast as I can ingest, the jewel of A New Earth, which both confirm that we are more loving than we think we are.

Taillard de Chardin said:

“The day will come when, after harnessing the winds, the tides and gravitation,
we shall harness for God the energies of love.
And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world,
man will have discovered fire.”

Seems downright silly doesn’t it? That it is as simple as this. For me, I am just going to keep looking for this light.

I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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7 comments on “Light at the End of the Road
  1. pinkney says:

    Did the light at the end of the tunnel pieces become the small houses?

  2. Yes, Pink! Or I will say they came about at the same time, I think. Homecoming was the first ‘small house’ painting, then Red House, Yellow (Orange?) House – maybe I will call that one Light House:), then Blue House – both of those last two came from came from this image I think or many like it:) – funny, now that you ask, because the last one which used to be called White House – now called, hmmm, Red Top?…. is back to the first. It looks a bit like Homecoming! Cool! Great question, wow, thanks…(you are the best). How grateful I am for your friendship, Pinkney.

  3. Lisa Alston says:

    Wow that’s such a beautiful photograph. Thanks so much! I live in South Carolina and love seeing this!

    Keep it coming. Have a blessed day!


  4. Cynthia Scoville Lill says:

    Are your paintings for sale or do you have prints of the paintings available? I am a native of South Carolina (Orangeburg) currently living in upstate NY and my memories of vacations at Edisto Island are vivid and precious. would be interested in getting information on your paintings.

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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