The Joy of Tidying Up

Somebody said to purge the house of that which brings not joy.

OK. Will do. As far as clothes, art stuff, kitchen stuff, papers, etc.

But not as far as things related to family and responsibility and duty.

There are a few activities I’d like to forget.

There will always be things we don’t want to do.

There remain some memories I can’t yet process.

Somebody said to unpack the memories.

But they will make a mess.

There exist some titles on little bits of paper around.

But I signed up to participate in this and that.

Maybe I will just take off a month.

Then I can visit all the stuff and purge it.

OK. Somebody said that is a good idea.

 

 

Looking for Myself Again

Lord knows, we all grow.

I seem to grow in fits and starts.

Some days I flourish and flow.

Certain music leads my thoughts to certainty and confirmation.

Endeavors ring true and inspire further.

Then sometimes, days at a time, halting insecurities inhibit the game.

The next move evades me.

A purpose for doing disappears, confused.

The textures of the quest shine, then muddle.

They skitter and shake.

The metaphors mix.

The materials and tools rattle in the drawers and on the shelves.

The notebooks and keys linger awaiting the fingers to fly.

The nibs rust and inks dry.

The dreams color the life.

The music stirs the heart and the growth continues.

The Music of the Wind

The Music of the Wind

 
I love the music of the spheres, the music of the wind on the fields and trees, the music of the shadows and the truth. I love the music of souls that hurt and seek the Lord in earnest for unselfish gain. I love the music of the loved ones gone on before me. I love the music that is made in fervent creativity and performed in honest expression. I love the music. I love the people. I love the instruments and the voices and the forces of physics created for this pleasure. I cannot wait patiently for the joy of heaven where all who love Him will sing.