With you in mind, it is my desire to catch dreams, create and mold them into lively art forms and celebrate the joys that bless artful people. I long to gather words and march them into sentences that sing, stories that dance, inspire, and ask. I search for words that life and challenge - messages that celebrate all things artful. Oh, the pleasures of the pen, the joy of the poetic and artful life. Linda Wilson
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wild Goose Chase
The Celtics named God's Holy Spirit the Wild Goose. I, perhaps, may have named Him the Human Whisperer, the Good One and Only, but the Wild Goose? Oh my! Now, that I know Him well, I call Him Father. Yet, as I consider the term Wild Goose, I somehow understand the creative Celtics. After all, I must chase something to make my mark on this side of heaven. A sit-down faith remains lame. A wild goose is impossible to catch and keeps its chasers in full forward motion. The Wild Goose of the Celtics was high energy, high wisdom, the example of risk and abandonment. A wild goose has fun and never harms its followers - it just passionately flies ahead and never gives up. I like that.
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