At times, nature can be very humbling. Especially, during storms and cataclysms. Though, it can be just as humbling when one has ventured into a place so tranquil that a sensation of solemnity takes hold of you, quiets you and produces within, a desire to tread only lightly. Do this and nature will be glad to demonstrate her quiet beauty in resonate fashion. At this Creekside, there is beauty among the poison oak, oozing muck at the waters edge and at times, wild animals. There are rays of sunlight and shelters of cool shade. An isolated sound of a single bird, the background of a constant gurgle of water, the smell of damp leaves, the feel of a mild breeze. When sitting long enough to observe a place or moment such as this, personal importance disappears. Slowly the easel is raised and its wooden legs extended, a fresh canvas placed upon it. Colors are applied to the palette, a brush is selected and is ready in hand. Internally, a question is asked; where shall you have me begin, what shall you have me see?
“I Discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified.”
– 1 Corinthians 9:27 NKJV