I live in a suburb outside a major city, five minutes from the intersection of several major highways that will take you wherever you want to go.
East. West. South. North. You can literally go anywhere from here.
I like where we live, in the middle of everything, not far from anything. But there is a pace to life here that never lets up.
It rushes like water over rocks in a stream — a hurried flow. And some days, the blur makes me forget there is more to life then this.
But then I notice the autumn sun streaking through golden leaves. Or a song plays and it's lyrics capture my thoughts and for a moment I am lost in it. Or the book I've neglected is sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch and I reach for it and words cut deep and lead me to a new understanding.
|Photography by Christy Mae|
"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Creativity is squelched by the daily grind. May we choose today to listen to some music, get lost in a good book, draw or paint or, at the very least, take notice of the beauty right outside our front door.
How often do you make time to enjoy or participate in something creative?
This is a post in a series called, 31 days of Intentional Living. You can find all the posts in this series here, updated each day in October. Category: Inspirational & Faith