Monday, May 19, 2025

Writing - MYGGWY

 It would be incorrect to describe me as a deeply religious person. I do believe in a higher being, and it seems that in spring there are more signs for me than at other times of the year. A friendly vicar reminded our congregation to look for the moments when He speaks to us. 



I have a theory. Consider the arts. Music, sculpture, painting, drawing, writing and so on. As a cynical and impatient child, I believe that I once said that art was a waste of time, along with any other aesthetic activity. Thank goodness for the growth of wisdom with age. Not that I am a particularly sagacious person, but I have learned enough to appreciate beauty in a wide variety of things. But what has this to do with God? 

Consider the photograph of the rose above. It was one of many on the bush growing in my neighbour's garden. However, it wasn't the physical appearance that struck me first, it was the perfume. Now I know humans with the help of AI and 3D printers could produce something almost identical, but it has been happening on our planet for millennia. 



The point being that the colours are rich, there a slight variations and the scent is amazing. The colours in the little flower above are graduated perfection. 

Now, of course, art has many forms and is intensely subjective; the skills involved can be taught, but the ideas are more ethereal in nature. You can range countless examples, beautiful music, amazing paintings, meaningful sculptures, and amazing storytelling. It is in that aspect of art that your God speaks to you. In fact, the message is intensely individual. Music has lots of examples, such as a beautiful song that appeals or a violin piece that grates. The truth is that the beauty of a piece is in the realm of the beholder. Quite often, the differences between good and not-so-good can be indistinguishable to an outsider. 
For example, I am not a great fan of violin music but really enjoy the theme tune to the movie Schindler's List. On the other hand, the ever-popular 'Lark Ascending' I find turns me off totally. 

It is my belief that all forms of art speak to everyone on an individual level. It is my hope that when I produce poetry, it strikes a chord in someone's mind as it did in my mind when I wrote the piece. 

God Bless 










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