Monthly Archives: August 2014

Saturday

That C.S. Lewis quote from a few days ago….that one about the country – I can’t shake it.

“If you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you’ll never learn to see the country.”

When my eyes first scanned those words – a lightbulb was lit.

Everything I see, everything I encounter, everything I feel – doesn’t always have to be nettled down into verse. 

Sometimes when I come across something that strikes me – I get stressed.

I get stressed and frazzled because I suddenly feel the pressure to wrap that moment up in a fine tuned sentence to share.

I’ve heard a photographer say something similar….that when in precious moments, she feels the urge to capture it on camera instead of simply sitting in and enjoying the fleeting thrill. 

And now Lewis is pertaining the same thought to painting.

And I’m sure this is true of other art methods, too.

And this shouldn’t be so, really.

Those of us who like to capture life in words, or on film, or on canvas – we will always feel the urge to regurgitate in some way – what we’ve happened upon.

And this is right, good, and God-given.

Artists capture.

So capture we should.

But when the pressure to pop out something brilliant – overrides our shear awe or shock or pleasure or despair of something…. maybe we should put the pen, the paint, the Polaroid down – and just be present.

Even for just a moment.

Maybe we should allow our hearts to really feel and see and revel in – before we nab it up and project it to others.

Maybe just giving ourselves permission to take things in for our own sakes – before we wrap it up and hook it in for others – is all that’s needed.

I know it isn’t always possible. I know that this idea can’t stand for everything. Sometimes – we are called to capture. The end.

But most often – in gripping moments, in interesting experiences, in sweet holiday unwrappings, in gastly eye-opening situations, in breath-taking scenery, in drives through the country – taking a second to simply see it first for ourselves…

will result in more accurate, more heart-felt, more careful capturing for others.

As you go about your long weekend, friends – really see, really feel, really process – before you put it out or post it up. Stop the panic.

If the art is supposed to transpire, it will.

Especially if you breathe it in good before the making.

Friday

The cloud cover is thick and white and low this morning. If I weren’t in Texas – I’d think it was cold out. The scene from my window makes it look as if there’s a chill, but opening a door and taking one step into the backyard will prove otherwise… …a blast of warmth will greet you. And I love… Read more →

Thursday

I’m sitting down to punch keys this morning a little later than I’d like to. Because Mama here snoozed a bit longer than usual. And that’s okay. I’m (slowly) learning to not beat myself up over the occasional slips. They are to be expected. Since I failed to stir myself in time to leak out my own words – I’ll… Read more →

Wednesday

I just wrapped up my reading of Hebrews. And I’m sad to see it go. I know that it’s wispy pages are forever bound to my Bible – allowing me to revisit it’s profoundness anytime – but I won’t be sitting each morning and drinking from it’s well like I have been. From the moment I started in on that… Read more →

Tuesday

Today will be full. School.Piano lessons.Soccer practice.Dance class. I don’t usually do well with a plate over piled – but I don’t thrive with an empty one, either. So, bring on the runaround. I’m sitting smack in the calm before the precious storm. It’s dim. The sprinklers are on outside. Everyone is still lost in a dream-like state. Shadows flicker… Read more →

Monday

It’s barely five hours past yesterday. It’s dark and early here, and Mama is up….feeling the urge and itch to scribble something out. I just checked all three of the littles – and they are rolled up sweet still, in blanketed bunk beds. As I’ve noted here before…there is a type of pureness, stillness, freshness…to the early morning. All crisp… Read more →

Gathering our Precious Marbles

 (This post….it leans toward the ladies. All of the following can be said of the male mind too….but from my own recent experiences, and the countless interactions I’ve had with women on this topic as of late – I feel like I should gear this one in the direction of the gals.  I started writing this piece last week. Strange… Read more →