My Dear Beloved Family,

I’m Missing You

Art by Esther Dried Roses-webI think of you often and I miss you beyond what words might accurately express. My heart is not on a switch that makes it possible to turn on and off my love for each beloved family member. I have a good life where I am at now. I’m resting in the sense of peace. I no longer exist on a treadmill which does not support my ideas of health or wellness — whether in the physical sense or any other.

This example of my art reminded me of what my life looked like at the end of my marriage. Massive changes were exactly what I needed to rejuvenate my life. Leaving my marriage as well as the family religion were essential to my personal vital well-being. The rose painting was one of three that I did in 1997 — the year of my divorce — after bringing some art books home from the library.

My Art

I love to paint with watercolors. I produce art because it is important to me, even if it doesn’t matter to anyone else. Ever since I was a young girl living at home, I loved to draw and paint, thanks to a very supportive teacher that I had for three of my early school years. I have written about how difficult it was to take time for such “worthless pursuits”, as my parents and family friends believed, and which I revealed in another blog post. Nevertheless, as I put some distance between me and my parents, I dared to pick up the artist tools again. I’ve even dabbled in acrylics, for some variety. Additionally, I began PhotoShop art after acquiring a certificate in Multimedia. It feels healthy to express myself through my art and creativity.

Samples of my Art

Art by Esther Monet Bridge at Giverney-web Art by Esther New Growth From Old-web Art by Esther Lovely Lilacs in Lethbridge-web Art by Esther Mountain Of Majesty-web
My rendition of
Bridge at Giverney
New Growth
often results
from Old
Lovely Lilacs
in Lethbridge

My Writing

I have been journaling since we lived in Lethbridge, at my therapist’s suggestion. I find it therapeutic, as it helps me sort out my feelings and often assists me in problem-solving. My therapist taught that when a person writes, they use another part of their brain. In my case that part gets me out of my head and into my heart.

I love living in my heart. It feels healthy, even if sometimes it hurts unbearably, especially when I think about beloved family members who I have not seen since the year 2000. I figure living from my heart is more natural than living under overly strict rules and orders. It’s closer to nature. It seems to me that human ideals have the power to supplant the heart and derail our humanity. That’s what happened to me when I was forced to shun my beloved mother from 1985 to 1992. It almost destroyed me.

Filling in the Family Gaps

In the meantime, I have met other family members for the first time ever. I discovered numerous cousins on my father’s side who I never met until Uncle Pete’s funeral in 2001. These are family members who are precious to me and understand now why it took me all those years to finally introduce myself to them. They are wonderfully supportive of my new life, and for that I am truly grateful.

Feeling Safe

My beautiful babies who I carried in my belly, and nurtured into adulthood — I trust you will feel safe to contact me at any time. I don’t blame you, my cherished ones, for shunning me. I realize you have been trained to behave that way — and I am the one who taught you to shun by my restrictive example. I’m the one who was forced to shun my own beloved mother. I set a dreadful pattern for you to follow. I don’t know if you remember, but Allan Stewart, an elder from the Selkirk, MB congregation wrote me a letter. You may read it here and then you will perhaps know why our family’s ideas to shun one another became law. I no longer live by unbearable, inhospitable rules. Those rules made me seriously ill.

Communication as Path to Resolution

If you’re still with me, I have a few final thoughts to add. In the real world, communication is the only path to resolution. I am a firm believer that when a misunderstanding occurs in relationships, communication is the one and only path to resolution. Shunning keeps the wound open. The pain continues, affecting all concerned — the shunners and the shunned. Shunning isn’t wisdom. It’s divisive and is used as a means to control behavior.

I’m planning to add some of my own writings and stories to this page. I would very much love if you’d be interested enough to enjoy them along with me. I look forward to our communications.

Much love,


Following Where the Heart May Lead

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