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Autumnal Rhapsody

December 7, 2015

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Holiday conversations pulsated in the warm house

As I sat with coffee, gazing out the window

At falling yellow leaves

Flickering like fireflies

Descending backlit against burgundy shadows.

Sensing the gentle invitational tug,

I rose quietly amidst the talk,

Threaded my way through the crowded parlor,

And exited through the screen door.

Settling into an Adirondack chair,

Sitting quietly in the autumnal embrace,

I watched as a tree slowly grew

Across the waiting space of my sketchbook page.

. . . Thanks for reading.

Rapturously Absorbed in Thought on a Sunday Morning

August 2, 2015

Sold my first reproduction of this seashell and algae watercolor!

Drawing a Shell on Sunday

Drawing a Shell on Sunday

Sunday drafting table

Sunday drafting table

Contrasting the man of true religion with those who, with jealous privacy, would fain carry on a secret commerce with the gods, he says:–

“Haud cuivis promptum est, murmurque humilesque susurros

Tollere de templis; et aperto vivere voto.”

It is not easy for every one to take murmurs and low

Whispers out of the temples, and live with open vow.

Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

Intriguing that I think and post these matters on a Sunday. Decades ago, I was in the pastoral ministry, and when I left it, I was admonished that Sunday mornings would prove dreadful for me, waking up with no place significant to go. Not true, as it turned out. Though much in my life has changed since those days (and whose life hasn’t changed, evolved throughout the years?), two things remained: 1) I possess an active inner self, that I sometimes label as Romantic. My feelings run deep, and I clear out as much time as possible in my daily life to find a quiet sanctuary for reading, reflecting and writing in my journal. In former days, I found inspiration only in the Bible and commentaries; now I find it in literature, art, philosophy, music, nature–in a myriad of sources. And every daily pause for those reflective, private moments is worshipful, an act of prayer. 2) I still have to express these important matters of the heart. I used to do that one day a week before a congregation, later I did that five days a week before students, now I do it daily through a blog and encounters with people I meet in the everyday world. It is still a religious odyssey filled with daily discovery and expression. And my life thrives on it.

This morning, after spending a satisfying span of time in communion with Thoreau through his astounding words, I looked up at a drafting table flooded with the morning light, selected yet another sea shell from my Laguna Madre days, and set to work rendering it with a differerent set of pencils: a #2 Papermate Mirado Classic, a 6B Staedtler Mars Lumograph and a third pencil I have not picked up in years: a 9B Grumbacher Woodless pencil, and then an 8H Derwent pencil for scribbling indentations into the surface of the paper, and then skating softer pencils over the top to reveal the scribbles. I don’t know how long I spent lingering over this shell, because I was listening to amazing guitar music by Leo Kottke and just swooning over the sounds emerging from his slide guitar. All I know is that a significant amount of time has passed, and I still have chores waiting, so I guess that I will now tend to those, refreshed, energetic and in the mood.

Thanks for reading.

I draw in order to explore.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.