Life is His art.

“Art is an irreplaceable way of understanding and expressing the world—equal to but distinct from scientific and conceptual methods. Art addresses us in the fullness of our being—simultaneously speaking to our intellect, emotions, intuition, imagination, memory, and physical senses. There are some truths about life that can be expressed only as stories, or songs, or images.

Art delights, instructs, consoles. It educates our emotions. And it remembers. As Robert Frost once said about poetry, “It is a way of remembering that which it would impoverish us to forget.” Art awakens, enlarges, refines, and restores our humanity. You don’t outgrow art. The same work can mean something different at each stage of your life.”

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them.

There is something about opportunity that is equally frightening and exhilarating. Acting on either feeling can be irrational or entirely reasonable. The existing dichotomy merits a choice. And life, will keep up, and keep moving forward, as long as in each moment, we choose. Life stops when we sit in the fear of going any which way and just remain—remain in all we currently know, all we currently believe we are, and all we currently believe we are capable of achieving. Leaving us to become stale. I’d be easy to choose what is current, but I choose to enter in to the current, and move, tumble, be thrown against the shore, get washed up on the shore, and to keep moving forward in this crazy adventure we call life, that is equally frightening and exhilirating—-and that is what makes it beautiful.

Each day holds some small joy that shall escape you if you are preoccupied with tomorrow.