Winter’s Artist

Winter's Artist
Winter’s Artist

The budding artist that never quite blossomed into fame is that eccentric old woman. I am her and she is me and the hardest part about being her is accepting her. Once active hands and mind used to create things of beauty now, often lie in rest or are consumed with self-care. However, that eternal flame that inspires still burns inside and sometimes blazes as these old hands tremble and rise once more to make something new, young, and beautiful. Old dreams awake in a turbulent rush of ideas clamoring for expression. Who knows how long this will last and can my more feeble faculties endure to give them birth? How long before the heavy blanket of age and failing health seeks again to smother that inner flame? I wonder is it fame and worldly acceptance that has the power to relabel an eccentric an artist? Or is it I who holds that power in simply expressing what I know deep inside, by that bright inner light, to be eternally true about my identity and purpose?

Yes, I am old and eccentric. I am a winter artist.


28 thoughts on “Winter’s Artist

  1. Great work and I can do relate to this. R try day my dreams tell me I still have more words to share and my body is slowly withering away. I pray that God will allow me to spill out my thoughts until spring.

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  2. Hi, Pamela! So glad to see your sweet face! The flame of creativity is an important part of us – praise God! There are things I still would love to do. With my tremor I can’t do them very well. We do what we can, and know that our blessed hope is nearer than when we first believed!

    Romans 8:18-23

    For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willing, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered form the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body.

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    1. I love that portion of scripture which describes God’s ongoing creative process as He moves us toward the Kingdom. I have a tremor too that limits my gifts and abilities but the Giver of those things will never be limited. It’s good to connect with my WordPress family again for however long it lasts. Love you, Maria. God bless.

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    1. Thank you for missing me Julie. I’ve missed my WordPress Angels but I have to admit I kind of enjoyed my break from the computer. I’m afraid I’ve never been a very disciplined artist. I work when the inspiration is there but when it’s not I can’t fake it.

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  3. If it is fame and worldly acceptance that has the power to relabel my eccentricity… I will stand with no label at all… but I will always carry that inner flame… even into the world beyond this one… and I might even take some of my ‘not ready for prime time’ poetry with me as well… Our readers enjoy what we post… and with that as truth… have we not struck a match to light their own inner flame? You have not only inspired me with your posts… but with your comments on my site as well… and I thank you with all my heart for doing so… What you share… we absorb into our being… which brightens the light of the world…

    Hope your day is most beautiful…

    Michael

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    1. Oh Michael, thank you. Being an artist is expressed in everything we do isn’t it? It is at the core of my being to make something beautiful even when I’m involved in the most mundane task and it is our highest purpose to create beauty in the way we interact with others. Your poetry is wonderful because it expressed the purity of your heart. A heart purified by that eternal flame that you were born with but also, have chosen to allow to burn ever brighter. Death won’t extinguish that cherished gift. May your heart overflow with peace and contentment.

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  4. Hey thar ma southwest Hillbilly sister –

    I’m shore glad you are posting agin. Thought them federul agints had done thrown you in prison for poetry bloggin’…

    (all joking aside, I hope you are well and I look forward to your posts.)

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