Every year I seem compelled to wax eloquent on the day when the first snows appear atop the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Today is that day. The beauty of fresh snow at 11,000 feet under stormy skies is remarkable. There is a crispness in the air, even here at 6,500 feet, that belongs to the new season. And as the picture shows and my allergies attest, the sage and chamisa are blooming. So the aspens will soon begin to turn golden. Fall is arrived.
There is something beautiful and orderly in the changing of the seasons. It reminds me of God's providential care over our world and universe, and it reminds me that I, too, am in His hands. It also reminds me that our Creator is a God of order: that, indeed, order characterizes Him, and therefore it characterizes His amazing creation. Praise be to our Creator!
Form does not limit creativity. It is the vessel in which creativity abides. It is the synergistic flesh through which the breath of creativity breathes. Form is the proof of creativity; its standard; its only evidence.
Creativity is precisely the act of in-forming matter with idea.
~Andrew Kern, Quiddity blog, September 16, 2009
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