Posts Tagged ‘Praying in Color’

Parking Lot for Distractions

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

Whenever I pray in color or pray in any other way, distractions come. Maybe other people are not so prone to these outbreaks of attention loss; but I like to think I’m not alone in this dilemma.

In my prayer drawings/doodles, I now include the distractions as part of the picture. Down at the right-hand corner of the paper, I have a list of words. Whenever a recurring thought pops into my head, I write it in the parking lot for distractions–an expression my friend Kathy coined to name the box designed for my verbal prayer intrusions. Most of the time the list includes things like: buy basil, pay the power bill, write an article, send a birthday card to ________….

Last Sunday at a workshop I co-facilitated outside of Seattle, I led participants through a Praying in Color exercise. We were all drawing and praying on our pieces of paper for people we had named aloud. I drew at an easel in front of the whole group. During the prayer time, ideas of things I wanted to share with workshop participants about Praying in Color popped into my head. I wrote them in the parking lot. Because I wrote them down I could let them go and continue to pray.

Then I became aware of another distraction. This one wasn’t about the workshop or some practical task I needed to do. I was having an open bout of resentment. It had nothing to do with anything related to the day or the workshop. It was unfinished feelings about a recent experience in my life. I didn’t want to ignore the resentment, but I didn’t have the time to deal with it. I needed to be present for the workshop. So I wrote the word RESENTMENT in capital letters in the parking lot. Unlike some of the practical things in my parking lot, it’s not some task I can complete and check off at the end of a prayer time. But it is something I want to address head-on. Writing down the word RESENTMENT will keep it from sneaking up on me unbidden. With some long-term therapy with God I will deal with it.

Bookmarks

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

A week ago, a friend sent me the two bookmarks with prayers for Peace, Joy, and Love. What great reminders bookmarks can serve as prompters for prayer. Every time I open my book, I see the word Peace on the bookmark. It reminds to take a breath and to receive the Peace of Christ.

The two bookmarks in the middle are ones I drew with the names and initials of  friends. Every time I see them, they remind me to pray for the people. If I stuffed all of the books I open in the course of a day with bookmarks, I could have a veritable prayer marathon.

Bookmarks: Carol Welch, Sybil MacBeth

Birthday Card for USA

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

I love my country, but I am not a blind lover. When I wrote USA in the middle of the page and started to draw, I let the words come unfiltered. Negative and positive attributes of our country walk hand in hand–just like in me and probably everyone else I know.

But the bottom line for me is I trust in God. I trust in God to change, heal, chastise, love, protect, encourage, guide…me and my country. Now if I would just listen!

Happy birthday, my country!

Drawing: Sybil MacBeth 2010

Persistence in Prayer

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

Below is a prayer drawing I have been using for a couple of weeks. As new prayer concerns came to mind and heart, I added doodles. The act of drawing focuses my prayers and my wandering mind. Every time I look at it, the resulting picture reminds me to pray.

Sometimes when I pray I think I’m being rude to pray over and over again for the same person or about the same issue. When I was a kid, my parents taught me that begging, nagging, and asking for something more than once was impolite.

But there is Biblical precedence for nagging in prayer:

Then Jesus told them a parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor had respect for people.  In that city there was a widow who kept coming to him and saying, “Grant me justice against my opponent.’For a while he refused; but later he said to himself, “Though I have no fear of God and no respect for anyone, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will grant her justice, so that she may not wear me out by continually coming.’ “ (Luke 18: 1-5 NRSV)

Luke encourages my nagging…or as my friend Claire calls it: “passionate begging.” I think I’ll just call it persistence; it sounds a little more polite.
Drawing: Sybil MacBeth 2010

Memorials and Memories

Monday, May 31st, 2010

My mother and father are both deceased. For years they asked my husband and me the question, “Should we be buried or cremated and where?” We talked about the options. But it was not a question we could answer for them. Sometimes, however, I wish I had. They chose to be buried at a cemetery in a building with ten-high rows of drawers. Their remains are at about level five.

I find it difficult to visit there or place plastic flowers in the vases provided on the ground floor between the walls of drawers. The place is cold and a little creepy. Nothing about it reminds me of my parents. Aesthetics were important to them. My mother was a ballet dancer and an artist. My dad loved to putter in the garden with his roses and geraniums.

My aversion to my parents’ burial place makes me wonder why any of us go to a cemetery to honor our ancestors and friends who have died. It’s clear to me; my parents are not in the drawer. My thought is this. I need a place set apart for reflection, honoring, and remembering. I need a tangible place where I have special permission to feel the feelings I have: sorrow, joy, gratitude, awe, guilt, release….

I wish my parents had chosen a lovely, hilly graveside with trees and flowers. But they didn’t. So I use other tangible objects and settings as prompts for remembering. Whenever I look at one of my mothers’ paintings, sit on the hundred-year old couch she passed on to me, or read from my little red King James Bible, I remember and thank her. When I pass by red geraniums or caladiums, my father comes to mind and I smile.

I hope even more than remembering at a cemetery or with an object that my life will ” honor my father and my mother, so that my days may be long in the land that the Lord my God is giving me.” (Exodus 20: 12 NRSV- you was changed to my)

Here is a little bouquet to you, mom and dad…and to all of the others we remember this day who have given us life, enhanced our lives, saved our lives, freed our lives….Thank you.

Drawing: Sybil MacBeth

Black and White Centering Prayers

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Centering Prayer, as I understand it, is a way to still the body and the mind and to deepen our relationship with Christ. It “facilitates the movement from more active modes of prayer — verbal, mental or affective prayer — into a receptive prayer of resting in God.” When I try to sit still and breathe, the fidget factor sets in. My body rebels and wants to be part of the prayer. So I draw. The movement of my arms, hands, eyes, and head helps me to get still on the inside so I can open my ears and my heart to God’s presence. I feel like I’m resting in the hammock of  God.

Here are a couple of black and white prayers I drew to facilitate my prayer of stillness and quiet—my unorthodox version of Centering Prayer. I start with a name from the Trinity and draw outward.

“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.” (Psalms 37:7 KJV)

Sybil MacBeth ©2010

Name Prayers

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Here is a simple way to draw prayers for others. Take a colored marker and write or print the person’s name. Take a dark pen and outline the name. If it’s in script, outline the outsides and then the insides. Add other markings and doodles to the name—lines, dots, shapes…. Think of each mark as a prayer, an offering of the person into God’s care. If verbal prayers come to mind, pray them. If not, continue to pray in silence by drawing, holding each person as the “image and likeness of God.” (Genesis 1:26)

My friend Cindy has complete instructions for this process on her blog Mostly Markers. She gave me the idea.

Sybil MacBeth ©2010

Prayer for a Young Mother

Friday, April 16th, 2010

A young mother in our parish is in surgery today. This is a prayer for her and the family members I know. Imagine invisible blossoms and prayers for the ones I do not know. God is with you, Jenny.

Sybil MacBeth ©2010

Stamp Collection

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Here are a few weeks of my Lenten stamp prayers. Even though this looks like the artwork of a kindergartner, the visual collection of prayers reminds me to pray. Praying in Color is not about creating great art. It’s about taking time to pray and creating a visual prayer list.

Sybil MacBeth ©2010

Portable Prayer

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

I almost always carry a small notebook or sketch pad in my purse or backpack. It gives me a place to make notes or draw a prayer. Here’s a prayer I drew while waiting for a organ concert to begin. When people see me hunkered over a pad of paper they hesitate to begin a conversation. The pen and pad create a little prayer corner in the midst of a crowd of people. I can retreat to it for some silence and prayer.

This prayer is a vine and a bunch of wacky leaves drawn with a black pen–no artistic skill or fancy equipment necessary!

Sybil MacBeth ©2010