why not?

Okay.

Lost Melody

Do you ever feel like your life is like a jazz song, never knowing what's coming next, but enjoying the short place you are?

one.

Sometime things in life disappoint.
They are hard to understand.
They are not what we wanted, or hoped for.
It's at these times we have a choice to make.
Be upset and become bitter, or
decide to make the best of it, look for God's plan in
the situation, and seek to learn, live and love through it.
Even if no one else knows, or sees- doing the right thing
is the most rewarding, and the toughest.
I trust I will find this to be true in my own situation.
I have an audience of ONE.

Edith's thoughts on Art and Creativity

Here are a couple of excerpts from the Hidden Art of Homemaking- by Edith Schaeffer. Please don't be thrown off by the title. This lady has incredible insight on creativity in everyday life- something that I am continually seeking, and learning about. Hopefully you can relate, and can appreciate the nature of this post. 

As I have mentioned numerous times before- if we are made in God's image and he is obviously creative, do we not also possess that creative ability, each in a unique and personal way?

Enjoy these thoughts on Art and Creativity, and let me know what you think!

What is Art? Authorities do not agree. Definitions differ.

Who draws the line that separates Art from Design?

Sculpture from Ornaments?

Poetry from Jingles?

Great Music from Pooh's Hums?

Great Literature from Daily News?

Is Art beauty, or depth, or expression?

Is Art communication calling for response?

Is Art the talent for involving other human beings in what otherwise would remain locked in the mind?

Is Art something that draws many into the beauty, joy, and vividness of another person's understanding? 

Is Art something that includes others in the torn struggling of another person's suffering?

What is creativity? 

What is it we do when we create something?

We start with an idea, or a number of ideas. Something comes into our minds. 

We have a flow of ideas, sometimes a tremendous flow of ideas, at times in one direction, or at other times in another direction; or perhaps even ten directions at once. And now we have to make a choice. We cannot do everything that comes into our minds, nor can we create everything that comes into our imaginations, whether it be in a very great or complicated area of science or art, or in a very mundane area, such as whether we should make a chocolate, vanilla, or spice cake for the evening meal. There is choice involved in the very simplest form of creativity, because as any set of possibilities comes into our minds, we have to choose.

galumphing

Here's a short piece I wrote for my writing class. It was kind of an experiment and the object, occupation, and location were picked at random from a list. And may I add, fiction is not my thing.

Umbrella
Science Teacher
Sandy Beach


Mr. Walton was so glad to have taken his vacation week in June. The warm sand was just what he needed under his stiff, aching back. After all, he stood up all day in the classroom and he even took on summer classes this year. Ah, yes, this was the life. Right as he was dozing off, something mercilessly bashed against his head. He sprung up, disoriented to see an oblivious little girl, with a head of strawberry-blonde curls and both arms full of random oceanside paraphernalia- sunglasses, bucket and shovel, a bag of goodies and the object he immediately recognized as the cause for his recent injury. A brightly colored umbrella, complete with stripes and a small, curved handle. He smiled wide, despite the growing lump on his head, as he watched her follow her mother until they found the perfect spot, and she set up her umbrella. As he laid his swelling head back down, he mused on the wonder of young life. Even being the scientist that he was, he could not put his finger on the mystery of a child’s power and ability to spread joy and honesty, amidst pain and confusion in a hurting world.