Creation

I notice it more and more as I get older, how important making stuff is to me. – Paula Scher,

I’ve been watching the Netflix series Abstract on and off, generally when no one else is around. Every time I watch an episode I remember again how much I love to create, how much I love to find beauty – especially in unexpected places, how easy it is to find beauty when you’re constantly looking for it, how the hunt for beauty fills you to overflowing.

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I especially love sharing the everyday in Instagram clips. And then, I get to create all day long, writing for small business websites and video scripts. And in the evenings I get to meditate on an elaborate cross-stitch of beatitudes next to my therapy dog, who is a work of art herself.

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#whiteonwhite

She will be a fine companion for the next six months as I get to create 40 or so permission slips for children and parents to ask all the questions of the Bible, exploring Old and New Testament stories for a family devotional. I’m SO thrilled to be working on this project, having fallen in love with the Bible in college and continued to be captivated by its complexities, questions, and wonder it inspires. I am so pleased to be working with Discovery House Publishers on this project. More about that will come in future months – the manuscript is due November 1, 2017, and will be ready for print fall 2018.

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My mother, whose artistic spirit fuels me, and my daughter, whose creative spirit keeps driving me (the framed painting and crocheted blanket are for Lydia’s 11th birthday, from my mom)

I get to create all day and all night, in words and in action and in snapshot, in dancing around the kitchen at dinner time, in tickling and giving my sons beep-boops at bedtime, in the sudden surprising motivation to compose an essay or a poem just for fun, to play, to dig, to plant, to prune, to reach my fingers toward the Garden, where in God’s likeness we were made, in the image of the Creator we have been created, to create, to see the beautiful things in the world and keep lifting them into the light.

Here’s a poem that came about suddenly, through a photo prompt of a friend on Facebook. It was just plain for fun, as more and more creative projects ought to be. “I notice it more and more as I get older, how important making stuff is to me.” – Paula Scher

I’ll Fly Away

Maybe Mabel expected more from John than a tow-behind

trailer with a pop-up canopy for shade. She had dreams

In seed packets tucked in the pockets of her floral print

day dress, dreams of gardens lined by white picket fences,

the early morning air filled with birdsong

and hope for a brighter future. The sun is high, now,

and setting. It’s hotter than her plants can handle. Her curls

Are falling in this heat and the only bird that’s calling

is the plastic pink flamingo guarding her limestone lined garden.

Even her parrot, Polly, who glares from her wire cage, is silent.

After she waters these drooping leaves, Mabel could take

the packets in her pockets and spill them,

stir the earth under the fir and bury them, escape

the manufactured shade for just a moment

And hope for something more heat tolerant to grow.

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