Art is an expression of words, ideas, stories, and even music from its creator’s soul. Listening closely to this simply shaped , plump, little bird sitting on its intrically designed pedestal amidst a reflected world of clouds and trees, one hears a sweet song. Along with His eternality, God’s imagination and creativity are the firstContinue reading “The Sculptor’s Song…”
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The Sculptor’s Song…
Art is an expression of words, ideas, stories, and even music from its creator’s soul. Listening closely to this simply shaped , plump, little bird sitting on its intrically designed pedestal amidst a reflected world of clouds and trees, one hears a sweet song. Along with His eternality, God’s imagination and creativity are the firstContinue reading “The Sculptor’s Song…”
Punctuating Life…
Tumbling in at first light, scrambled, fragmented, shrouded and incomplete Thoughts – mixed, imagined, punctuated with question marks, exclamation points, commas, periods, and more- waiting to be untangled, sorted, aligned aching to be finalized, completed, emphasized into a moment, a paragraph, a chapter, but sometimes troubled into an ellipsis … a pause hanging in considerationContinue reading “Punctuating Life…”
The Wideness of the Sea…
It’s breezing up, and these day sailors are heading out where nothing but ocean waters and vast skies stretch from horizon to horizon; out where human insignificance and fragility become a reality; out where our imaginations reach to God’s greatness. “There’s a wideness in God’s mercy/like the wideness of the sea…,” are words from aContinue reading “The Wideness of the Sea…”
Seeking and Resisting Happiness: The Paradox
Sometimes we resist change, often for good reasons or for reasons that not everyone understands. Other times we embrace and aggressively exploit innovations, “advances,” and different ideas with delight. Discoveries intrigue, and technologies lure. However, time changes “things” for all of us; generations come and go with different ways and tools for dealing with life.Continue reading “Seeking and Resisting Happiness: The Paradox”
Seeking and Resisting Happiness, the Paradox!
Sometimes we resist change, often for good reasons or for reasons that not everyone understands. Other times we embrace and aggressively exploit innovations, “advances,” and different ideas with delight. Discoveries intrigue, and technologies lure. However, time changes “things” for all of us; generations come and go with different ways and tools for dealing with life.Continue reading “Seeking and Resisting Happiness, the Paradox!”
Are Our Villages Disappearing?
Once, villages were the repositories of cultural values. Families, neighbors, home grown school teachers, community leaders, small churches and their pastors, or other worship centers and their religious leaders were the most important “influencers” in a child’s life. Over time, the number of “influencers” competing for the minds of our children has significantly increased. TheContinue reading “Are Our Villages Disappearing?”
Don’t Miss it!
Unwavering from its course, the distant ship is missing the wonder of this seal rookery and is a reminder of the gentleman in the anonymously written poem “Opportunities Missed”: There was a very cautious man/Who never laughed or played/He never risked, he never tried/ He never sang or prayed. // And when he one dayContinue reading “Don’t Miss it!”
Of Beggars and Horses….
“If wishes were horses beggars would ride”, an old Scottish proverb, expresses a desire for the ideal but assumes the harsh reality that not everything is possible. We long for Eden, for Paradise Lost, for a perfect world where there would be no reason for beggars. However, we know that there will always be poverty,Continue reading “Of Beggars and Horses….”
Ripples
This little heron presents us with a visual metaphor. We often feel helpless and vulnerable in the chaotic, confusing sea of geopolitical messes, pandemic crises, inconceivable violence, and moral decline in our world, but this awkward appearing bird emanating ripples from the center of its personal microcosm as it carefully and quietly searches for itsContinue reading “Ripples”
Sweet Words from Maine 