Blue Horses: Saying the Unsayable
- At May 23, 2022
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Blue Horses
One Christmas I received as a gift the Mary Oliver book, Blue Horses, and was absolutely blown away by it. First of all because of Mary Oliver’s writing which I’ve admired for ages, and secondly, because of the book cover. This features a painting of four horses, their forms rounded and graceful, all looking to the left as if something interesting is there. A fox or a dog returning their gaze, perhaps, or a person. The horses are beautiful and blue, the background in shades of yellow, spangled with stars, as are the horses themselves, their heads and bodies starry. So whether the horses are of the earth or the heavens, we are not sure.
Franz Marc
The painting is by Franz Marc, an expressionist painter and part of the “Blue Riders” group of artists in Germany in the early 1900’s. Marc was talented and influential, but his career was cut short after serving in the army in World War I. In 1916, flying shrapnel struck him in the temple and he was killed instantly. He was just 36 years old.
Coming of Age: Becoming Creative
- At February 21, 2022
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“Walls turned sideways are bridges.”–Angela Davis
Openness, curiosity and, yes, change spark creativity. Sometimes, change arrives because of something we’ve set out to do. Often, though, it approaches us sideways like a sudden flash of light, and, suddenly, we’re thrown into cold water. Transitions like coming of age experiences drop us like a stone into the swirling eddy of our lives. They are wild places where we are challenged, left naked and afraid. At least a rise in blood pressure. We can either sink or use our arms and legs to reach a farther shore. Becoming creative helps us navigate. Here’s my story.
Grace Falls Upon Us
- At December 13, 2021
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“The joy…comes, rather, from the unexpected grace of allowing such an unremarkable event to fill the soul with such remarkable delight.”—Maria Popova
Grace Falls Upon Us
Reaching into me, grace finds a smallness, grows with water and sun, kindness and attention. Sometimes found in the unlikeliest places, grace nurtures the seed of possibility bestowing hope, rekindling energy. The world tilts a bit when it’s extended—as if a surprise of flowers arrived at your front door. You breathe in, and the air around smells pure and fresh. When grace falls upon us, we feel we have lifts in our shoes.
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