Texture

Sugar Bay, Kentucky Lake

…stand still and consider the wondrous works of GOD. (Job 37:14)

“Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion.” (Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury)

Often when we travel, I post musings about our trip: discoveries made, lessons learned and photos snapped. I like to document, share and process the day’s leisure.

I intend to offer these same kind of musings now, along with some prompts for you to enjoy or respond to on your own particular life journey. I might even recycle some posts from past adventures.

Today, I was mesmerized by all the texture around me. 

What does the word texture mean to you? How can a book have texture? Something to chew on.

And now a feast of texture, light and shadow, for your eyes.






What texture have you noticed lately?

Ever Wonder

“Sanctify yourselves: for to morrow the LORD will do wonders among you.” (Joshua 3:5 KJV)


Ever wonder why anxiety arises just before a great venture? 

Ever wonder if a storm will hit your destination before, during or after your arrival?

Ever wonder, if your expectations will be disappointed way before they ever have a chance to be met or not?

Two days ago, we were mostly packed and ready to go on a long awaited trip with a set itinerary, planned around a reunion, a celebration and a retreat from every day life.

We set aside clothes, food, books and other travel necessities. We put things in designated bins, with labels for ease of identification for the coming days of “living” on the Intuition.

News of a hurricane heading towards Haiti, Cuba, the Bahamas and the southeastern coastline halted our plans.

Ever wonder how a serene peace can surround you, when you could be a wreck?

Ever wonder how friends and family have just the right ideas or words of comfort?

We soon realized we couldn’t go straight to our planned route. The reunion was cancelled. The celebration of our 30th anniversary will happen, wherever we end up. And we still have the time and means set aside to continue on our adventure.



Yesterday, we finished packing and shared pizza with some of our family. One of my favorite memories of this adventure so far, will be watching everyone climb around on the boat in front of our house.

Some doing their homework, some sipping coffee and all just enjoying the sanctuary of the simpler life. Feeling safe and serene on an October evening in the suburbs.

Ever wonder how you can be in a safe place, while others face death and devastation?

Ever wonder how you can pray for their well being, while you enjoy your own?

Ever wonder how all these wonders, great and small, good and difficult fit into the grander scheme of love?

Ever wonder?

Manna: “What is it?”

Give us this day our daily bread. (Matthew 6:11 KJV)


“What is it?” That’s literally what God’s people in the desert asked, when they discovered the daily flakes of sweetness surrounding their tents. 

Today, I sit with this canvas. This daily practice of showing up and adding a bit of color, shape or texture. And some days, I just sit with it.

“What is it?”

A painting?

A poem?

A practice?

A self-portrait?

It is all of those and more. It’s an expression, an exploration and an expirement.

It’s a journey and a joy.

It has become both a habit and an altar.

It is my prayer, my daily portion.

It is good, but it’s not finished yet.

Here’s a question to prompt you this day: 

“What’s your manna? Your daily bread?”

Feel free to wonder for awhile, or to write about it, or to just wait and see what happens, when you ask: 

“What is it?”

Gather: To Bring Together; Collect

May the LORD grant all your requests. (Psalm 20:5b NIV)

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Thoughts and ideas and inspiration crackle through her soul, like a roaring bonfire.

Quotes and words and sentences stack up, like a cord of wood stored next to the house to stave off winter’s inevitable cold.

She wants to express herself. But first she must gather some kindling. Some books, her journal, a specific one that at the moment is hidden right where she left it. She can’t find her favorite pen. How can a pen get lost so easily? She has numerous pens, but this is the one she wants, right now. She sighs and picks up a different pen.

She carries the pen and her journal, not the one she was looking for, but the one that will suffice. She brews her second cup of coffee, to savor this day at home. A rare chance in an otherwise, surprisingly full life. She prints off the four days of the journal prompts, which she hadn’t completed yet, from FIRE: A 30 Day Journal Project.

Having collected pen, journal, coffee and prompts, she gathers herself into the quiet space of the morning, where her heart has longed to rest for so many days, these past few weeks. She hasn’t really been facing any big crisis, but she resonates with the first quote she reads:

If you’re going through hell, keep going. (Winston Churchill)

The prompt, she was to complete was this one:

In as few words as possible, the particular hell that I am in . . .

She responds, and startles herself by writing, “between adventures.” Her inner critic starts to say, “that’s a silly hell to be in.” But she writes through the taunts of the inner voice:

Between is both frustrating and necessary…what helps me keep going is that between gets me to the next adventure, between is a rest stop, a place to recharge. Fighting between is futile.

Writing through helps her to come to this conclusion:

I have learned how to survive and press on through hellish times. I’m grateful for tough times. I grew in confidence, I learned to ask for help …I’ve learned it’s OK to retreat when it’s really tough, when you are between…

She remembered yesterday, when she and her friend kept bumping up against annoying obstacles. She missed the turn to the trail head, where they planned to run. At the trail head, the section to get to the flat terrain was closed, so they had to run on the rolling hills, and despite aches and pains, they persevered.

At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame  within us. (Albert Schweitzer)

Whether it’s running towards a goal together, or supporting each other through a crisis, our lives are sweeter and stronger, when we spark each other to keep going.

A desire to spark creativity in others gathers in her soul, so she writes words, or quotes a quote or shares a link from those who have inspired her recently.

Here are a couple sparks to rekindle your creative fire today:

Diana Trout wrote a book about art journaling called Journal Spilling. Here are some videos about her realistic approach to “organizing” her supplies.

Wrangle Your Collage Fodder by Diana Trout

My Journal Kit by Diana Trout

This video by PackerDi inspires me to keep going with my collage passion and to stoke the fires of my vision.

A Vision Booklet by PackerDi

How are you going to keep going today?

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Are YOU Ready?

 . . . my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. (Psalm 45:1)

 

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Ready or not, here comes September!

All summer, our garage has been filled with remnants of a cardboard kingdom, and sawdust remains from the cool shelf-bench, our youngest son and his roommate built. The cooler temperature prompted me to get out there to sweep, to vacuum, and to cut up the cardboard for the recycling bin. I was ready to use my garage for the car again.

I read two blog posts today that mention “prompt” in their topic:

Inertia by the Slvyr Pen

How to begin keeping a journal or sketchbook by Lisa Sonora

Prompt for today: What’s holding you back? What do you want or need to get ready for? How could writing about inertia help jump-start your forward momentum?