They say it will feel like November this weekend, if November is a windy chill. I could hear the bay rolling yesterday, here on the other side of the trees, and the wind chimes played a cacophonous melody.
My original subtitle for this blog was “Fragments of thought and bursts of creativity,” and all these years later I am still pulling fragments and bursts out of my mind and sending them out into the world.
Why do creators create? What makes us run to our parents, present them with our art, and cry, “I made this!”
The answer is as simple as “we are made in the Creator’s image.” Every sunrise, every burst of fall color, every impossibly blue sky, is the Lord showing us beauty and crying, “I made this!” As the psalmist said, the heavens declare the glory of God.
And so we paint, we manipulate clay, we garden and landscape, we arrange words and music in as pleasing a manner as we can, all because we are made in the image of the Creator and, as such, in our own small ways, we create.
