An Artist’s Way ~ Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

Every day is a blank page, an empty canvas, an un-chiseled block of marble.  We choose what we put on it.  We decide what we put on it.  We never leave it blank.  Our art, the poem of our lives, is always up to us. 

No matter what the situation or circumstance, we choose what we add to the canvas of the day.  We love or we do not, and those brush strokes paint the day.  We speak kindly or we do not and those words are written on the hearts of others.  We chisel away and sculpt beauty or horror at our choosing.

The Creator, the Divine Artist desires that we create as we are created, in his image.   He wishes for me to compose small symphonies to meld into the great song that are filled with beauty and empty of discord.  The choice is always mine.  I can write on my blank page life or death.  Let us agree, Dear Reader, to write, sculpt, paint, and create love and life together.

The Poem of Your Life – Michael Card

Life is a song we must sing with our days

A poem with meaning more than words can say

A painting with colors no rainbow can tell

A lyric that rhymes either Heaven or Hell

We are living letters that doubt desecrates

We're the notes of the song of the chorus of faith

God shapes every second of our little lives

And minds every minute as the universe waits by

The pain and the longing

The joy and the moments of light

Are the rhythm and rhyme

The free verse of the poem of life

So, look in the mirror and pray for the grace

To tear off the mask, see the art of your face

And open your earlids to hear the sweet song

Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong

Your time in the ball of the dance of your days

Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze

With all that is holy

With the joy and the strife

With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life

With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life

The pain and the longing

The joy and the moments of light

Are the rhythm and rhyme

The free verse of the poem of life

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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An Artist’s Way ~ Create

Greetings Dear Reader,

If we agree to see that God is an artist, what does it mean to us as humans?  What are the implications for the guy or gal who drives a cement truck or builds water mains?  If we agree further that we are created to be sub-creators, then we are obligated to create.

That obligation then means that every day I need to create.  For those who do “art”, it is simple.  You write, paint, or make music daily.  Those who labor as artists in things like construction or office work may not see the application as obviously.  It is, however, there.  There is artistry in a pristine proposal.  The beauty of properly and safely poured cement is only obvious after it has dried.  The raw parts of a building do not reveal their magnificence until the building is almost complete.

I would go further.  There is a unique elegance to work done with honor and integrity.  If we put our heart into anything, we create whether it be a simple meal or a mundane spreadsheet, we have created.  We must understand that the Creator asks us to create all that we create as if we are doing it just for him. 

It is vital that I approach every task in the day with an attitude that I am serving the Creator by creating well.  Doing my best becomes an act of worship.  The well-written plan, the clean floor, and the tidy room can all become offerings of our best to the one who loves us most.  If the foundation is love, then doing everything out of love for the Artist is a way to constantly express the artist we are created to be. 

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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An Artist’s Way ~ The Art we Know

Greetings Dear Reader,

Consider with me for a moment the man-made art you know well.  Whether it be paintings, sculptures, music, or books, we may know a great deal about that art form.  No one knows everything there is to know about it.  No one completely understands the motivations and inspirations of all their favorite writers, painters, or musicians. 

My younger Son, Bezel once told me he was astounded at my vast knowledge of music.  I am always amazed at his knowledge of film and actors.  In all honesty, I feel that even though I know a great deal of music and carry many tunes around in my head, my knowledge is a very small corner of the vast sea of melodic entertainment that is available in the world. 

When we think about our human knowledge of art, we do not see that we know very little as often as we should.  Rather, we think that we know a great deal and much of what we call knowledge is actually speculation.  Let us then take a very large step back and consider the universe.  We know a great deal more than we knew even a century ago.  We have increased in our knowledge and understanding of it in the development of String Theory and Quantum Physics. 

The idea that we know enough to ultimately define anything is absurd.  We have only begun to understand what our cosmos is made of and how it works.  A friend of mine explained it this way, and it scans: Suppose you have a king-size bed covered with a quilt made of one-inch squares.  This represents the universe.  You may know everything there is to know about the bottom left-hand square.  You may study it all your life.  Then, you look up and see that there are many more squares about which you know little or nothing. 

Michio Kaku, the world-class physicist has been misquoted as saying that one can prove that God exists through math.  What he has actually said is that given the beauty and elegance of the cosmos, there must be an intelligence behind its design.  When we see the beauty and grace of creation, it feeds into the logic that there must be a creator.  We do not say that any of the other great masterpieces painted, composed, or wrote themselves into existence.  We even name the whole of creation the “universe” or the one-song. 

With the advance of String Theory, we see that the vibration of the strings is perhaps what composes that one song.  I ask then, Dear Reader, who is it that strung the instrument and plucks the strings.  When I see that vast elegance and hear its music, I know who I believe has composed it.  Unlike some, however, I see the love and harmony in the song and long for us to stop causing the disharmony that we create.  It is a love song and we need to listen more closely.

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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An Artist’s Way ~ Galaxy Flowers and Fibonacci Fruit

Greetings Dear Reader,

Yesterday my sister posted a lovely picture of a Galaxy Flower.  If you have not seen them, they are breathtaking.  They really do look like there are galaxies on the petals.  The design reminds me so deeply of the way in which the Universal Artist loves to remind us to look up.

If you have not taken the time to view the pictures available from the Hubble Space Telescope, there is a great beauty to be had there.  One can see the birth of galaxies and the multitude of planets we are discovering.  The wonder and majesty of the cosmos is never lost on me.  I cannot look at it all and deny that there is an Artist involved. 

The other plant feature that amazes me is the way the Fibonacci Sequence appears in nature.  From Dandelions to Raspberries we can see the order and sequence of the universe as designed by its Maker.  In case you have not figured it out, I believe that the universe and any multiverse or parallel universe was created by God.   I do not deny science or that there are questions that still need answers.  I do believe that the only true opposition between faith and science is that opposition that exists between the finger and thumb.  We can do very little without both.

I digress.  For an understanding of the Fibonacci Sequence in nature, I recommend the post by The Deep Friar on the matter.  He handles the subject much better than I could.  I find that the prevalence of the magic set of numbers is a strong argument for intelligent design of the cosmos.  Further, it reminds me every time I see a bit of creation that employs it and has beauty that the Father is an artist. 

We are artists because we were created by one.  We appreciate the beauty and the way the universe is structured because we are drawn to these things by our nature.  There is so much to behold in the artistry of all that is natural.  I love being able to be thankful for it to the Father.  How about you Dear Reader?

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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An Artist’s Way ~ Sunrise Sunset

Greetings Dear Reader,

At the place where I spend my morning prayer time, I often get to see the color of the sky long before the sunlight cascades through the window or the rain drums upon it.   I used to live on the Atlantic coast and had a picture window that treated me to hundreds of sunrises filled with richness and beauty.  After that, I lived on the beach on the Gulf coast and enjoyed many fiery sunsets just as lovely.

The morning and evening light show are something I ponder often.  Given the idea discussed yesterday, that we are in a place of constant creation, it makes me consider the many ways that the Creator expresses his artistry.  The sun, our light and sustainer of life for this world, is eternally rising and setting.  The Father constantly creates the beauty of dusk and dawn. 

He gives us daily opportunities to see that he is an artist and has created artistry in us.  We are one of the many ways he expresses his creativity: Psalm 65:8 (NIV) “The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”  In our wonder at the beauty of the world, do we remember to see the Father in the creation of it?  Do we see that he is expressing his love for us through creativity?

My creativity often finds inspiration in creation.  I am almost always moved by beauty in the sunrise and sunset.  I must follow my Creator and his example of constant creation.  Like the sunrise, I can choose to be constantly creating space for new love, kindness, and grace within me in outwardly toward those I encounter.  In that call is also the call to create more life and hope.  I am going to see creation as an expression of love from the Father and find better ways to share it with others.  You are welcome to join me Dear Reader.

Dawn Spawn

By Aramis Thorn

Salmon dawn swims against the darkness,

Spawning another day.

Yet it is we who face the peril of fighting the flow,

Ours is the call to return

to that place,

to that time,

to our birth.

It is our internal call to move upstream,

to climb the falls,

to defy the very nature of things,

to prevent the death of day.

So that when today’s fight against the ever-encroaching darkness is done,

We have given birth to more light, more love, more life.

So that that day will come when day will never need spawning again.

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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An Artist’s Way ~ Constant Creation

Greetings Dear Reader,

I was in the North Carolina mountains most of the day yesterday after church.  I went to a specific place to pray for someone I love.  As I drove through the Chattahoochee, Cherokee, and Sumter National Forests, I saw the full force of Spring making its presence known and felt. 

I was reminded of a Resurrection Sunday years ago when traveling with this same person.  She was overwhelmed by the deep rich variations of green in the freshly blooming world.  Tolkien says it well in his poem I Sit Beside the Fire and Think, “In every wood, in every Spring there is a different green.”  I felt this same rush of the beauty of constant creation. 

I realize that you do not all agree with my view of how we got here.  Still one must acknowledge the vast artistry in the world through which we travel.  I have the added bonus of having someone to thank for it.  I am sure you would not begrudge me that Dear Reader.   

I mentioned a few weeks back that we are always on the mind of God.  Job says that if the Father was to stop thinking of us for an instant that we would cease to exist.  We are also, therefore, in the state of constant creation.  The Father renews his love and mercy to us moment by moment.  We who are requested to create are in a state of constant creation.  We are asked to imitate the Father in this.  We are asked to render new and beautiful things from what we are given.

Ponder with me what this world could be like.  Consider with me what it is that we must do.  We are permitted to render new things from our gifts, our abilities.  We can use our intellect and will to create things that make lives better, fuller, and richer.  If we do this out of love for the Father and each other, we can truly render amazing things.

When I write, I do so as an act of worship to the Father.  I work to hone the gift he has given me.  I want to do this every day and have my life sustained through this work.  What is your art Dear Reader?  I want to hear about what you create even if you think it mundane.  There is great beauty in simplicity.

Doulos – Kemper Crabb

You are my God

And I am your man

I will follow you

With the work of my hand

And the thoughts of my mind

And the love of my heart

If the world could know

If they could understand

Ah, the exquisite touch

Of the Creator's hand

Brings a blur to my eye

But makes my vision clear

Ring, rainbow ring

Encircles the throne

Fiery ring of love

Around your throne

Here is my ear

Drive through the nail

The world will know

By the ring that I wear

That I am not for sale

For you are my God

And I am your man

Ring, rainbow ring

Encircles the throne

Fiery ring of love

Around your throne

A ring to show

Just where I stand

A ring that binds my heart

Into your hand

You are my God

And I am your man

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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An Artist’s Way ~ Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

In a discussion with my brother recently, we were dwelling on all the beauty in the world.  We talked about how much of it has a transitory nature.  I was reminded of something my dad used to say when we would be out seeing amazing things in the world, “Look now because it would never be the same again.”  This has remained with me for life.

The thinking I have been doing around that also reminds me of a book that created major changes in my approach to my writing and its place in my following Christ.  The book, The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron is one I would recommend to any artist and not just writers.  You can acquire it quite cheaply if you do not mind purchasing used books.  I often give my copy away so I often have to buy it.

I realize that some of you may be thinking this irrelevant to you as you are not an “artist”.   One of my thoughts is to challenge that.  Artistry is not limited to art as defined by those in the arts.  There is an art to creating everything whether it is painting, writing computer code, or overseeing the installation of large water mains by the highway.  We are all artists of what we do or create.  There is a reason for this.

We are designed by a Creator to create.  We are intended to be sub-creators.  We are meant to bring into the world good and better things.  I cannot draw anything that looks like it is supposed to look.  I can create with words.  I can play the guitar and flute and have composed a song or two.  I cook a fair meal.  I can do some technological things that have beauty in them. 

The point is that I long to create and I believe that we all have this same longing is some way.  I would like to spend some time thinking through the artistry of the Father and how it helps us understand his love for us in a better way.  There is great beauty in this truth.  I would invite you to walk with me for a bit and discuss the artist’s way along the journey.  Your artistry is a poem that you create for the world whether you ever show it or not Dear Reader.  I long to know you better and value the uniqueness of how you are created to create.  Please keep me company as I strive to more deeply understand the Artist that created me to “bring forth new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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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Magic Every Moment ~ Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

All of creation has something to show how beautiful it is.  Whether you like sunshine or storms there is wonder to be found in the world.  There is great beauty in the small and the large. There is wonder in the tiny and the vast.

Whether it is the natural occurrence of the Fibonacci sequence in plants or the master building of ant hills and bee hives there is order and design.  The complexity of the cosmic dance amazes me.  The world has so much to remind me of the depth and creativity of the Father.

It is in the creation that I find the wonder of the Creator.  It is in this that I am reminded that what is to come is promised to be better.  It will beyond what I can imagine.  I follow the Son through whom the Father created all things.  In him I find things that I would like to be.  Creative is one of the primary things.  I must use the wonder of creation to move me to follow more closely and more creatively. 

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ Biblical Sunshine

Greetings Dear Reader,

The storms continue to run through our unseasonably cool days.  Yesterday my Daughter and I had to drive to a neighboring town just after one of those storms.  As we passed through the rolling hills west of us the rain abated.

As the storm broke up the sun shot down through the clouds.  The rays splayed out across the green fields and stretches of wood igniting patches of it in brilliant light.  It intently reminded me of the pictures from my Grandfather’s family Bible.  The most significant picture was the one after the flood where the ark is on the mountain.

Ever since I can remember I have called this effect “Biblical Sunshine”.   The memory of looking through that old giant Bible on my Grandfather’s coffee table is always a pleasant one.  The event of seeing Biblical Sunshine always triggers it and reminds how much beauty there is in a freshly watered world. 

The magic in those moments comes from deep inside me.  There is a depth to the beauty and love of that beauty that is unique for me.  I shared my thoughts on it with my Daughter as we drove.  We both reveled in the way that the world can be so very lovely in storms and in that which follows the storm. 

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ ARP 273

Greetings Dear Reader,

If you do not already know what ARP 273 is you will.  When I first saw the image of it I was immediately transported to a night during my ninth summer.  I was in a place with no light pollution and clear skies.  It was overnight camping in a vast field.

ARP 273 - Hubble Space Telescope

The sky erupted with so many blazing stars.  Several shooting stars spent their brief brilliant lives to draw out my wonder.  It was the first time I felt the vastness of the universe.  I felt so small and so vast all at once.  When I read Thomas Traherne many years later I found his view of stars to echo my own. 

Century 1:34 Would one think it possible for a man to delight in gauderies like a butterfly, and neglect the Heavens? Did we not daily see it, it would be incredible. They rejoice in a piece of gold more than in the Sun; and get a few little glittering stones and call them jewels. And admire them because they be resplendent like the stars, and transparent like the air, and pellucid like the sea. But the stars themselves which are ten thousand times more useful, great, and glorious they disregard. Nor shall the air itself be counted anything, though it be worth all the pearls and diamonds in ten thousand worlds. A work of God so Divine by reason of its precious and pure transparency, that all worlds would be worth nothing without such a treasure.

ARP 273 is a pair of interacting galaxies in the Andromeda constellation.  The forces of the intertwining galaxies imitate tidal like movement on a literally cosmic scale.  This vast beauty, brought clearly to our attention by the Hubble Telescope captures the great magic and majesty of the cosmos. 

We see the stars in moments.  Sometimes we venture out to see them and sometimes we are surprised when they impose their beauty upon us.  When I make the time to notice I am reminded of the magic in those moments.  I am reminded that the heavens declare the glory of God loudly and clearly.  They declare it magically every moment.

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ Distant Lightning

Greetings Dear Reader,

As I was departing the Duck Pond after the baseball game last night lightning could be seen off in the distance flashing orange warnings in the clouds.  The storm was not yet close enough to hear thunder.  The smell of rain was already in the air.

I know that thunder and lightning cause fear in some folks.  For me it is a symphony.  When I was young I lived in an old Victorian house where the windows rattled when the thunder rolled.  During summers at the beach I would watch lightning play in the clouds our at sea. 

I have seen lighting play tag with mountains and the thunder that follows echo through valleys.  I have been close enough to a lightning strike for my hair to stand out from the wave of static.  I have seen Saint Elmo’s Fire on a tall ship. 

There is such great wonder in the rush of lighting across the sky.  The energy and release are thrilling to me.  I recognize the danger and that could be part of the excitement for me.   Still I find the storm a beautiful part of creation.

At the center of that joy is the understanding that the power of the storm is nothing compared to the one who forges the lightning bolt.  In the storm I remember to ponder the whom the storm obeys.  I remember to see past the wonder to the Wonder Maker. 

It is in the remembering, amidst the exhilaration that I find the true magic.  The one who wields such great ferocity loves me.  He cares about every hair on my head; even when they are standing out from a nearby lightning strike.

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ Motes of Dust

 Greetings Dear Reader,

In the Thomas Traherne quote I with which I began he mentions how a mote of dust appeared as gold in the sunlight to his young eyes.  I remember lying on our pink Herculon sofa as a boy.  I would smack the arm and watch the dust dance golden in the afternoon sun.

The couch was itchy, lumpy, and uncomfortable but the simple beauty of that dust in the sunlight caused me to forget about it.  As long as the afternoon sun cooperated I would find my imagination’s fire ignited and fed by the dancing gold.  The beauty of the simple can be so very refreshing.

When something is beautiful to me I am motivated and inspired.  That small boy watching dust in the sunlight had a much simpler view of beauty.  Dust has become my enemy as allergies and sneezing have caused me to avoid it.  I want to recapture the wonder.  I want to see that the simple beauty is all that one needs. 

I see that wonder in my Grandsons.  They find the world still wondrous and adventurous.  I will have to look for an opportunity to introduce them to sunlight spinning dust into gold.

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ Sunrise Sunset

Greetings Dear Reader,

I am almost up before the sun.  My Grandfather would say that I “break day with a brick.”   This often affords me the opportunity to see some magnificent sunrises.  My favorite sunrises are at the beach.  I was privileged for some years to live on the Atlantic coast.  I saw a beautiful sunrise every morning and was in the frame of mind to appreciate it.  I also lived on the beach on the gulf for a couple of years and would often savor the light show of the sun sinking into the Gulf.

I was reminded of this on Monday morning when my friend Jessica posted a picture of a brilliant morning sky on the last day of Spring.   It was brilliant and the sunrise of her amazing smile was part of the picture.  Her greetings on mornings when I see her is like a new day.  She gets the idea of magic in the moment and does so much to share it with others.

One of my favorite sunrise memories is with my eldest Son.  We experienced a magnificent pink and orange sunrise when we went out for apple fritters one morning when he was a boy.  The magic of that moment when we both reveled in the artistry of the Creator is a constant reminder of the beauty that can be in a moment if we take the time to see it. 

The first thing created was light.  The first It is in the Light that life is found for me.  It is in embracing the moments of sunrise that we can see the opportunity of a new day.  We can be better today than yesterday.  We can be new and renewed.  Let there be light and the things that bend and shape it to catch our attention.  

Dawn Spawn

By Aramis Thorn

January 1, 1995

Salmon dawn swims against the darkness,

Spawning another day.

Yet it is we who face the peril of fighting the flow,

Ours is the call to return

to that place,

to that time,

to our birth.

It is our internal call to move upstream,

to climb the falls,

to defy the very nature of things,

to prevent the death of day.

So that when today’s fight against the ever-encroaching darkness is done,

We have given birth to more light, more love, more life.

So that that day will come when day will never need spawning again.

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ A Single Drop of Dew

Greetings Dear Reader,

So many things come to mind when I ponder a dew drop.  Memories of running through dew drenched clover in my bare feet as boy speak to me of summers with my Grandfather.  The time I came upon an orb web covered in morning gems of dew is vivid in my mind. 

Growing up in the south I encountered many dewy mornings.  The vast ocean of humidity would cling to cool surfaces.  Morning sun would dance upon the gems in such beauty that even those torpid days of high summer had moments of beauty and wonder. 

Pondering a drop of dew reminds me of Honeysuckle in the spring.  You could extract a single taste of nectar from the flowers in the morning if done properly.  That I was taught this by the first girl I kissed does not hurt that memory at all.  Thinking of that forty-plus years later is sweet. 

I enjoy the look of morning mist hanging in the air.  I like the way dew beads up on a clean waxed car.  It used to gather on my Grandfather’s close line.  I would shoot at the clothes pins with my BB gun and cause a rainbow spray in the morning sun.

The moments where I notice the dew remind me how alive and beautiful the world can be for me.  I may not see it always.  When I choose to though it reminds me that the world has great wonder when I choose for it to have it.  The handiwork of the Creator is enhanced by the dew.

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Magic Every Moment ~ Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

In my series on Answer the Pepperoni I posted the Dan Fogelberg song, Magic Every Moment.  It is posted again below.  In addition to understanding the unique value of every human I need to understand the value of creation as it shows me the love, power, and creativity of the Father.

Ann Taylor

I would be clear that I believe in intelligent design.  I also respect the scientific world and believe that they can live in harmony.  I do not claim to know all the answers about the difficulties others find with intelligent design.  I also refuse to reject scientific data just because it requires me to have more faith. 

This will not be a logical Aristotelian polemic for that belief. Rather, I need to walk through the metaphoric logic of the Designer who designed me and the wonder of what he does.  Thomas Traherne first comes to mind.  In his Centuries of Meditations he explains that we are meant to enjoy the natural world.

Century 1:25 “Your enjoyment of the World is never right, till you so esteem it, that everything in it, is more your treasure than a King's exchequer full of Gold and Silver. And that exchequer yours also in its place and service. Can you take too much joy in your Father's works? He is Himself in everything. Some things are little on the outside, and rough and common, but I remember the time when the dust of the streets were as pleasing as Gold to my infant eyes, and now they are more precious to the eye of reason.”  

I think that as we get caught up in the day-to-day living we forget to see the universe in all its wonder.  We become less aware of the amazing nature of nature.  Living in a city hinders us from some of it.  Spending so much time in doors contributes to it. 

It is my need to be reminded of the amazing beauty that surrounds me and how it declares the nature of the Creator to me.  It is my love of the Creator that compels me to see his artistry and who it is that asks me to move toward the renewal, reclamation, and restoration of that creation.  Please walk with me for bit Dear Reader.  We may discover some beautiful things.

Magic Every Moment – Dan Fogelberg

I awoke this morning to a shattering sound

And I went downstairs and found these shards of glass strewn all around

There upon the floor I found this poor broken dove

And it made me realize how very fragile is this life that we so love

I came back up to bed and I held you so tight

And I prayed up to the Father, oh I prayed with all my might

That He'd always keep you with me, that He'd always keep you safe

And when I went downstairs I found that dove had somehow up and flown away

There's a magic every moment

There's a miracles each day

There's a magic every moment

Oh won't you let the music play

Oh won't you let the music play

On a high and windy island I was gazing out to sea

When a long forgotten feeling came and took control of me

It was then the clouds burst open and the sun came pouring through

When it hit those dancing waters in an instant all eternity I knew

There's so much we take for granted--there's so much we never say

We get caught up in the motion of just a living day to day

We are fettered to the future, we are prisoners of the past

And we never seem to notice 'til our lives have finally

Slipped right through our grasp

There's a magic every moment

There's a miracles each day

There's a magic every moment

Oh won't you let the music play

Oh won't you let the music play

You can see forever in a single drop of dew

You can see that same forever if you look down deep inside of you

There's a spark of the creator in every living thing

He respects me when I work but He so loves me when I sing

There's a magic every moment

There's a miracles each day

There's a magic every moment

Oh won't you let the music play

Oh won't you let the music play

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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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