At the heart of this peripatetic soul

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Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.”  Maya Angelou

Deep down—way down deep—I am a peripatetic soul.  A wandering, roving, drifter of sorts, given to “walking about, especially while teaching”.

No need to even leave the house, this wandering of mine—this wandering of mind.  Walking the floors over emerging thoughts and ideas.  Walking them into fullness; walking them into the light.

Venturing into new lands within—some made for running and slipping away; some for lying low; others for roaming and exploring.

New lands of creative dreams and wild imaginings, where I co-create with the Spirit of God.

It takes faith—simple child-like faith to create.  But, simple does not always mean easy.

All children are born geniuses and we spend the first six years of their lives degeniusing them,” said American inventor and visionary R. Buckminster Fuller.

And the studies prove him right—98% of kindergarten children score in the genius range for divergent thinking—that innate ability to create.

That means we are hardwired to think and act creatively; it is a part of our DNA—first breathed into mankind in the Garden.

So, I’m going back to the Garden to do some wandering; to roam and explore hand-and-heart with the Creative Genius within.  To say “yes” to something bigger than myself; to risk chasing after my creative ideas.

Not for the sake of creativity itself, but for the sake of releasing beauty in extraordinary ways to a broken and hurting world.  That is creativity; and that is the heart’s desire of this peripatetic soul.

 

God spoke to Moses: “See what I’ve done; I’ve personally chosen Bezalel son of Uri, son of Hur of the tribe of Judah. I’ve filled him with the Spirit of God, giving him skill and know-how and expertise in every kind of craft to create designs and work in gold, silver, and bronze; to cut and set gemstones; to carve wood—he’s an all-around craftsman.  Exodus 31:1 (MSG)

When Faith Becomes Art

 

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Up against the wall of my own limitations, I stop and wait.  Barren soul yearning for full deliverance.

Yet just as a pregnant woman is enlarged in the waiting, I, too, am enlarged in the waiting.  The longer the wait, the larger I become & the more joyful the expectation. 

Patient productivity in the waiting.  It’s a bit mysterious, but I’m learning.  I wait it out.

It takes faith, writing does.  And in the higher realm of creativity and faith, I encounter the Spirit of the Living God, and we talk.

I always ask the same question …

Good morning, God.  How are you today?”

Always the same reply…

Good morning, daughter. 

I AM gracious & compassionate,

Slow to anger & abounding in love.”

Choosing to start with the outcome of Who God Is rather than Who I Am, my mindset takes a turn from frustration and negativity to freedom and creativity.  His words of life crown & I push. 

And something is born.  Something with spirit.  Something with life.

My soul is delivered & faith becomes art.

 

 

Author’s Note:  Writing for me becomes a dialogue with the Spirit of God.  This dialogue flows from John 6:63, “…the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life.”  May the dialogue continue in you… Love & Peace.

We Are Makers

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Maker: “A person or thing that makes in order to bring into existence; an inventor that revels in the creation of new while tinkering with the old.”

We make things.  We are a family of makers.  Woodworkers and music makers; designers and homemakers; stone workers, metalworkers and love makers.

Born into a family of makers.  Married into a family of makers.  Raised daughter and son makers, who joined their lives with makers, and gifted us with four beautiful mini-makers in the making.

It is in the joining of human spirit with the Spirit of The Lord Our Maker, that we become makers.

A family of makers.   We are His delight and I rejoice.

“Then I was beside Him, as a master workman; And I was daily His delight, Rejoicing always before Him, …”.  Proverbs 8:30