“Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Wednesday, 9 March 2016
Wednesday, 2 March 2016
Beauty is for now!
I've been pondering the beauty of now. The need for creativity and expression that is woven into our hearts, our hands and the fabric of our identities. If we do not express ourselves we literally die - just breathe out and then choose not to breathe in again. Even our breath is an expression of "us".
So how do I find me? In all the practicalities of every day? How do I create in the everydayness of fish fingers and tidying and work and stuff and laundry? I've been challenged by a book that my good friend Jane gave me. To find me, and express me not in my neglect of things, but through adding something of me and of GOD, YES GOD, to all that I do.
Perhaps a meal, artistically arranged and with a candle to throw soft candlelight over our meal. Words, like these, breathing out my thoughts and sharing my heart and struggles. Flowers to add His beauty to our home. So many ways to express something of the God in whose image I am created. The Creator God.
An exploration of making "now" special. Tweaking the practical to make it lovely. Refreshing the atmosphere of my home and life and friendships.
(So I have started here).
So how do I find me? In all the practicalities of every day? How do I create in the everydayness of fish fingers and tidying and work and stuff and laundry? I've been challenged by a book that my good friend Jane gave me. To find me, and express me not in my neglect of things, but through adding something of me and of GOD, YES GOD, to all that I do.
Perhaps a meal, artistically arranged and with a candle to throw soft candlelight over our meal. Words, like these, breathing out my thoughts and sharing my heart and struggles. Flowers to add His beauty to our home. So many ways to express something of the God in whose image I am created. The Creator God.
An exploration of making "now" special. Tweaking the practical to make it lovely. Refreshing the atmosphere of my home and life and friendships.
(So I have started here).
The waiting
The waiting, the waiting, the forever anticipating
The hope, the waning, the life that is draining
The flicker, the ticker, the feeling that gets sicker
Until that moment...
That answer, whether yes or no, brings such life again
A rock on which to stand and an outstretched hand
And lives change, river courses shift
And the boat is somehow no longer adrift.
Amazing.
Answers to our waiting and anticipating.
(There is joy to be found in the waiting, instead of just crossing off the minutes and seconds mentally. Look for the joy in the waiting. Look at the beauty of the place that I am in! Stark or lush, I never want to just run forward. Let me live in the now, embrace the beauty of this fearful tearful awe-filled wonderful place.)
The hope, the waning, the life that is draining
The flicker, the ticker, the feeling that gets sicker
Until that moment...
That answer, whether yes or no, brings such life again
A rock on which to stand and an outstretched hand
And lives change, river courses shift
And the boat is somehow no longer adrift.
Amazing.
Answers to our waiting and anticipating.
(There is joy to be found in the waiting, instead of just crossing off the minutes and seconds mentally. Look for the joy in the waiting. Look at the beauty of the place that I am in! Stark or lush, I never want to just run forward. Let me live in the now, embrace the beauty of this fearful tearful awe-filled wonderful place.)
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