Morning Creation Sun, 9th June, 2013
Ever since becoming an adult, I have fallen in love with the early morning. Sit quietly, facing the pre-dawn eastern sky, and you can see the spark of fiery creation renewing itself. Everything is possible, it seems, in these early moments of gentle awakening.
What promises and heartbreaks does this new day hold? Will my heart grow a little larger today? Will I learn a new song, or make a new friend? Will I taste something new and delicious? Will my reverie be rent with the sharp pain of disappointment? What endless possibilities lie in store to create something of beauty and meaning out of the everyday world around me?
If we humans created God in our own image, then perhaps it's easy to explain the creation myth. We seem to be driven to create and recreate every day. Of course we can create chaos and destruction, but we also create art and music. This weekend we surrounded ourselves with the creative arts as we spent time enjoying both a film festival at Webster University and the Art & Air festival across the street on the grounds of Eden seminary. Creativity and expression blossomed everywhere, all the more magical because of the perfect spring weather.
The question this morning has turned inward: can I myself be a work of creative expression? Are we not, each one of us, priceless works of art? But never permanent, ever changing, like performance art—or even vanishing like a chalk pavement picture in the rain. All the more reason why we have to pay attention, lest we miss these moments of beauty in each other.
In one of my morning visits this week to the sculpture park I was delighted to encounter the statue pictured here. As I myself grow and change, feeling myself forming and reforming, this elegant being emerging from marble is perhaps my reflection. She or he was tightly wrapped up all through the winter, when I had rediscovered this beautiful park. Now this elegant being had emerged from the cocoon, but still not fully formed. Like Crazy Horse emerging slowly out of the rock in the Black Hills, the promise of creation is fulfilled only in nearly imperceptible daily installments.
As every day, today I will recreate myself just a little, on the journey to becoming a fully formed human being. Just as I hope the promise of mornings will never end, so too may this journey be one that is never completed.
Good morning...
Ever since becoming an adult, I have fallen in love with the early morning. Sit quietly, facing the pre-dawn eastern sky, and you can see the spark of fiery creation renewing itself. Everything is possible, it seems, in these early moments of gentle awakening.
What promises and heartbreaks does this new day hold? Will my heart grow a little larger today? Will I learn a new song, or make a new friend? Will I taste something new and delicious? Will my reverie be rent with the sharp pain of disappointment? What endless possibilities lie in store to create something of beauty and meaning out of the everyday world around me?
If we humans created God in our own image, then perhaps it's easy to explain the creation myth. We seem to be driven to create and recreate every day. Of course we can create chaos and destruction, but we also create art and music. This weekend we surrounded ourselves with the creative arts as we spent time enjoying both a film festival at Webster University and the Art & Air festival across the street on the grounds of Eden seminary. Creativity and expression blossomed everywhere, all the more magical because of the perfect spring weather.
The question this morning has turned inward: can I myself be a work of creative expression? Are we not, each one of us, priceless works of art? But never permanent, ever changing, like performance art—or even vanishing like a chalk pavement picture in the rain. All the more reason why we have to pay attention, lest we miss these moments of beauty in each other.
In one of my morning visits this week to the sculpture park I was delighted to encounter the statue pictured here. As I myself grow and change, feeling myself forming and reforming, this elegant being emerging from marble is perhaps my reflection. She or he was tightly wrapped up all through the winter, when I had rediscovered this beautiful park. Now this elegant being had emerged from the cocoon, but still not fully formed. Like Crazy Horse emerging slowly out of the rock in the Black Hills, the promise of creation is fulfilled only in nearly imperceptible daily installments.
As every day, today I will recreate myself just a little, on the journey to becoming a fully formed human being. Just as I hope the promise of mornings will never end, so too may this journey be one that is never completed.
Good morning...
