A way to be. I am often
overwhelmed with being as if “me” was a state of celestial being that enlarged “me”
into a supernatural conduit for God’s presence.
I cannot explain this but it is a “being reality” that is overwhelming
grateful. It is almost always tied to a
quiet time of reading scripture and other ancient works, currently the Puritan
Prayer Book, The Valley of Vision and is so unlike me, the me I know me to be,
that thankfulness, even though wholly inadequate in kind to what I am experiencing,
does non the less seem to be my initial, logical and spiritual gift back. This sense of gratitude is almost immediately
followed by the ideas for art making and an overwhelming desire to create
however it is so less than the original experience that placing it in this
context seems almost absurd.
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