Greetings Dear Reader,
From this rocky perch, I'll continue to search
For the wind and the snow and the sky
You saw my rocky perch yesterday, shrouded in clouds and
rain. Today I would have you see it in
all the sunshine and glory it holds. You
see, beneath that curtain of clouds lies a vast beautiful valley that stretches
to mountains in the distance. In the
bloom of Spring, this place is indescribable.
Whilst in the clouds, during my prayer time, I searched for
the wind and the snow and the sky. I
could see some effects of the wind. But
as Jesus pointed out long ago, one can hear the wind but does not know where it
comes from or where it goes. I think the
metaphor here is much for vital than tracking the drifts and eddies of a river
of air.
The wind, snow, and sky hold the elements of exploration and
adventure for me. They are the edge of
the unknown. Jesus further said when he
spoke of the wind, “so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.” I have a deep and growing longing to be like
the wind. I long to appear and do what I
am meant to do, then move on to the next place where I am meant to do something
different. I long to be as mysteriously
beautiful as that snow, to reflect its reminder that even the winters of life
have artistry, and to always seek the sky.
I have always wished to live in space.
The time alone and in rebuilding my heart has made me hunger
for the journey to be always consuming me.
I want to be in the wind, bourn on and born of the Spirit. I long to see where the journey leads me so
that I can in some way benefit others through it. I wish to sit at fires unexpected, arriving
exactly when I am meant to; giving love, joy, and hope where I may. Then, when the wind is up, travel on to the
next place where kindness, grace, and generosity may need a nudge or some
reassurance.
In the midst of all this hunger is also the value of
patience. I must not force or push any
of the things I desire even the ones I feel the Father has put in my
heart. I must prepare, work, and wait. I long for my writing and the road to be the
remainder of me but only when the Father feels I am ready. I do feel strong and alive but I also feel
the call to move onward, outward, and ever homeward. Oh, that we all had the courage to be bourn
only by the Spirit along every road we take.
I realize that the tone and timbre of this is different to
you Dear Reader. The songs in the darkness
can become dirges if we do not remember the one who calls us. No matter the circumstance or situation, it
will not last Dear Reader. It may hurt
or be lonely. We may not be able to see
how we will get there. I must realize
that there is always still that beautiful place beyond the clouds even when I cannot
even catch a glimpse of it. My journey
will get me there eventually if I just keep walking in faith. Your company is a treasure in this.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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