All mystery feels like fog. It presents hiddenness. It demands strong faith to walk into it believing that one day it will be demystified. ~Luci Shaw It’s a mystery this hunger for the hidden, the faulty that aches for the faultless, the flawed that yearns for the flawless, how the best havings are in the […]
Textures of Text: Let’s Go All Word Wild
Perhaps the role of those involved in the arts, then, is to awaken ourselves and others to beauty–in all its risk and richness. ~Luci Shaw Let’s go all word wild. Let’s bound over boundaries and color outside the fence lines. Let’s open up new spaces within ourselves and dive in deep waters. Let’s be reckless […]
Textures of Text: Servant of the Word
Again, as so often before, I felt the secret thoughts rising in me, trusting them to be God-thoughts making themselves known. ~Luci Shaw breath of His breath I watch and wait spirit of the wild and untamed wind rushing water of many colors swirling dry bones dance to celestial tunes God-thoughts rise beauty to beauty […]
Through and Through Life: Holding My Breath
The Droid breaks into the night with its death rattle. I know I plugged it in before bed, but we are in the motel room with the sign that asks us not to use the towels to clean up dirt or cosmetics. The room where online time stutters. The room where one outlet doesn’t work, […]
Through and Through Life: Fresh Breath for My Very Soul
For me poetry and faith are interdependent. Each affects the other as they embrace and interpenetrate. Faith informs art, and art enhances faith. They both, for each other are breath for the bones. ~Luci Shaw in Breath for the Bones. It’s more than breath for my dry bones, this. It’s breath for my very soul, […]
