It seems every time I touch brush to canvas there comes a noise of techno-coloured frenzy. There’s a sea inside, and within those waters, an inertia spilling me onward. We’ll always be mysteries. Every breath, glance and conversation. We come from the inchoate void, leaping forward into song and shape, giving rise to the big questions: What are we doing here? How do I live best in this life? In this body?

In Christ all is reconciled. I want to take this seriously. All is reconciled. So there are no more dichotomies. My body and spirit are not in contradiction. Heaven and Earth are not mutually exclusive. My humanity does not separate me from the natural world. Some lie told me to turn away from the burning bush...Now all I want is to belong to her, to, in the words of Raymond Caver, “feel myself beloved on the earth.” I wish for a consciousness of worship. I wish for a consciousness of awe, of reverence. I’m tired of the muted, when all of Creation constantly bursts with Holy Wow and we find ourselves incarnate, a part of the miracle. I want to feel connected; as much as I resist and dampen it, I want to be interrupted by interdependence.

Excerpt written by Karis Granberg-Michaelson