How Do You Fly?

It's impossible to explain creativity.

 It's like asking a bird, "How do you fly"

You just do. 

~ Eric Jerome Dickey

Nothing too heavy or deep to share today . . . just the fruit of a couple hours retreat from busyness and the cares of this life to play with photos and see what develops. These few hours have been like "still waters and green pastures" to me where my soul is restored and things that trouble me just settle into a place of peace and trust that He has the whole world in His capable hands.

 " Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they? "

Matthew 5: 25,26

The collage below includes all of the photos and textures used to create the image above. Linking with Photo Art Thursday.

Waiting for the Beautiful

There are days in your journey when it is very hard to find the beauty in the broken, the message in the mess. My own words do not suffice so I go to His . . .

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

a time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to seek, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 

a time to tear, and a time to sew;

a time to keep silence and a time to speak; 

a time to love, and a time to hate;

a time for war, and a time for peace.

. . . He makes everything beautiful in its time.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8,11

Photo Art Thursday

The Way I See Things

It's been one of those weeks . . . the kind you pray are few and far between. The details are not for sharing but the feelings come out as I play with my photos.  From the pool of words said and emotions expressed and beliefs exposed can beauty and truth and healing come forth?

Oh, yes it can . . . I know it can.

There are layers of beauty to be extracted, dreams of destiny fulfilled to be unraveled from deep disappointments and hope to be rekindled that dear ones embrace the good plans He has for them.

I can sit in the mystery of how things will unfold, 

trusting the heady aroma of grace will be poured out.

The blue-green abstract piece is composed of the two images on the left, which were then given a watercolour treatment and layered together with an assortment of textures and treatments in a variety of blend modes and percentages. Linking to Photo Art Thursday.