Yesterday after the raindrops had mostly stopped falling I took a hike at Carver Park Reserve. Walking beside the marsh seeing all of the different life forms growing in and emerging from the water reminded me of the fecundity of life. The creative power of life continues to amaze me despite seeing it over and over again.
Primordial Soup
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
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Life emerged from a primordial soup. And in so doing began cycles of endless creativity and emergence.
I believe that we are simply a part of nature, no less than nor more than any other part. All are necessary. And all are continually changing.
The beauty of life speaks to me. It is my subject, my reason for making photograph after photograph. It is the clay that I shape.
People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand–what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for–Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.”
― Finding Beauty in a Broken World
What is your medium? And what speaks to you in a voice that inspires you to create?
May you walk in beauty.
Dust to Dust
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