Do you wish, sometimes, for something, anything beyond ordinary in your life?
I do.
Now there’s nothing wrong with ordinary — the everyday moments of our life that make up our existence and, often, aren’t so ordinary after all. Think about the creation and eventual birth of a baby — because it happens so much we think of it as, well, just ordinary, but considering that Science, the god of the 21st century, can’t create life (although it’s pretty good at finding ways of destroying it), maybe babies being born everyday isn’t such an ordinary thing after all.
For the parents welcoming the little ones, it’s a miracle.
But back to wanting something outside of ordinary — you know what I mean. We want something big, extraordinary, beyond what we can do for ourselves, supernatural — something that shows us unmistakably that a power — of good — exists, and that power is big, extraordinary, beyond what we can do for ourselves, and supernatural.
The artwork, The Witching Hour, is a visual representation of this thought, this longing, this aching desire for something far beyond working at the office and folding laundry. If you are so inclined to be that way, don’t be scared of the title — words are just that, words, and they add to our ability to understand what we are thinking and seeing.
One meaning of the witching hour is that point of time and place where the supernatural and the ordinary meet, when the impossible becomes real — something that we as humans have looked for and longed for throughout our existence. It is the basis for religion — it’s what we’re looking for when we pray, meditate, perform certain ceremonial acts, seek.
After all, if all we were focused upon was going to the office and folding laundry, we would have no need or desire to connect with something or someone bigger than ourselves, a benevolent, wise, and loving Creator who knows what’s in our heart and doesn’t judge or condemn us for wanting something a bit more than paying property taxes, emptying the dishwasher, and listening to the evening news (as an aside, if you’re looking for meaning and depth in your life, you can skip that last activity).
But when we have a dream, a goal, a desire for our life that is so much beyond what we are capable of bringing about, well that’s when we start looking outside of ourselves. And that’s what the woman in The Witching Hour is doing — no hocus pocus, no casting of spells or saying certain words in a certain way (which not only witches but people who attend church also do by the way) — but looking. Seeking. Watching. Waiting. Asking.
And because she is is alert and awake, she will see the light when it breaks through the darkness.
Thank you for joining me at This Woman Writes. I incorporate the artwork of my husband, Steve Henderson, with thoughts on truth, goodness, life, light, and hope. Click on the image in the article to purchase prints or products featuring the artwork. Find all of Steve’s prints at SteveHendersonCollections.com.
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