Comments on: Abstraction

By: Allison

Allison — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 23:19:45 +0000

Years ago a silver piece of ribbon was found in the Christmas decoration box. My son threw it on the tree and it found its way back to the box. Every year it gets thrown someplace on the tree. And every year I think I should throw it away but I don’t. He is 14 now.

By: TheChickadeefeeder

TheChickadeefeeder — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:19:49 +0000

It’s also sad when you see something like that–and you’re in the house alone, with no one to point it out to. That’s happening to me more and more now. Yesterday the soap going down the drain made a most amazing picture!

By: Stretch Mark Mama

Stretch Mark Mama — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 00:12:50 +0000

I think I probably became jaded around age 7. (months) And it’s only gotten worse from there.

My son is the same way as Sean. Trash = art. Me? I was in the womb barking about all the mess. The mess! The mess! The mess mess mess!

By: Pam

Pam — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 13:56:58 +0000

Ahhh, the innocence of children! So sweet.

By: Shalee

Shalee — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 12:28:27 +0000

I think that this is part of what Jesus meant when he said that we must be like children to enter the kingdom of heaven. We must have eyes that see people/things as they should be – beautiful, lovable, full of wonder and surprise. If we can let the simplicity of thoughts rule our lives the way it does for children, then we grasp what it means to believe that the impossible happened: God humbled himself to become human, to sacrifice himself for us, so that we could be freed from sin. The world views that statement as trash and ugly and impossible; I see it as amazingly beautiful and utterly possible.

Okay, not quite on subject, but that’s what struck me first.

I love that you let Sean change your point of view.

By: Nikolaj

Nikolaj — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 10:08:59 +0000

Awww, that’s just great!

It must be fun watching the clouds with him.

By: RefreshMom

RefreshMom — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 06:23:25 +0000

Aren’t 5 year olds the best!? I love how enthusiastically my boy will describe something as ‘delicious’ or ‘beautiful’ or will gush about his “lucky day” when he sees a freight train. It’s sad that those things make me laugh with surprise and delight–I hope that somehow he can hold on to that for many years. I need to hear it!

By: Grace

Grace — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 04:12:48 +0000

Oh, it is a baby! Plain as day. And Sean is an angel. Plain as day. For he certainly delivers messages from God.

By: Nette

Nette — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:25:40 +0000

How did you get from “‘whatever’, let’s just get this mess cleaned up because I’m tired and I still need to make dinner and I don’t have anything thawed out”, to “let me bask in this moment of my child finding art in an accident (which is the best kind)and grab my camera and take a shot or two or three so I can write about my thoughts about this”. Which, by the way, those thoughts that you wrote would take me all day to summize. You seemed to have come up with it in a moment. In a word, I’m amazed.

Yet, when I saw it I saw a woman holding onto her life by one hand while gazing at and cradling her swollen womb with the other. She has no choice but to hang there, in the balance, for the both of them. I guess I could attribute this to my balancing life that I perform everyday for my children (as does my husband for all of us).

Wow. Maybe thoughts do come that quickly. Thank you, AM, for giving me reason to pause and to savor a moment.

By: Iota

Iota — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:15:54 +0000

He learns from you. You did exactly this in yesterday’s post. You turned a broken down old ruin into a work of art.