… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I don’t know who God is exactly.
But I’ll tell you this.
I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone
and all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking.~ Mary Oliver
What do the river voices say to you?
New life is emerging, pushing through the earth with abandon… bursting forth in lush greens, bright yellows, vibrant pinks and brilliant whites
How is new life emerging in you?
I love watching the pelicans glide over the surface and waves of the ocean. They know how to take advantage of the ‘ground effect’, seemingly effortless and fully alive.
How do you glide into fully alive?
“To speak, and to write, is to assert who we are and what we think. The necessary other side is to surrender to these things — to stand humbled and stunned and silent before the wild and inexplicable beauties and mysteries of being.” ~ Jane Hirshfield
How do you surrender to the mystery?
These Sandhill cranes sometimes peck at the window as if they want to be invited in. I wonder what stories they could tell, carried through migration, fluctuating with the seasons and the tides, and across the threshold into God’s imagination.
What stories accompany you? What stories want to be invited in?
Creativity is a mix of making something happen and letting something happen. One is still, the other active, one is waiting and listening, the other probing and moving.
How does your creativity emerge in that tension?
With the Eyes of the Heart 