Magnetic Poetic

OK, OK, so I know it isn't Monday. You can pretend it is just for the sake of this post. Yesterday, I just didn't feel like sitting down at the computer. It was a rainy, dreary afternoon meant for napping, so when Lance took his nap, I decided to have one, too, rather than blog. (Yes, I'm afraid napping is a priority over blogging. At least it is on rainy, dreary, afternoons.)

Here is the gem of the week:

She creates symbols of fiery grace with original rhythms and canvases of radiant color.

Once again I got a horribly lousy photo, so I decided to make it black and white and all contrasty, just for fun.

I got to thinking about what goes on in my head when I write these. Usually, I don't have any particular meaning in mind when I start playing with the words. I just pick out a word, find another word that sounds good with it, and then build it from there. I'm often surprised, however, at what I end up with. The subconscious mind is a very powerful thing. I think this Magnetic Poetic is my favorite so far. I think it sort of describes me. I sing in a Christian contemporary band, and our songs are often about the grace of God. I think anyone who knows God would agree that He is both graceful, and fiery at the same time. While I can't claim to be an artist creating original paintings, I do enjoy photography, so I often find myself capturing images of things in nature that make me think of the things of God.

Hmm. Very interesting.