The Wreck

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At the Parthenon in Nashville, TN there is this painting the Wreck. It speaks for itself. I would like to comment on it. The light is what draws your eye. Art is usually capturing the light or what the light exposes–what is seen.

In this painting, there is the wrecked ship on the rocks. The pummel of the water is relentless, the power of water is incredible. Eroding, smashing, pushing, destroying. Yet water is a cleansing agent as well.

In the distance is the light shining through the clouds. Light is a symbol of wisdom, also hope, even of life.

Like literature, the reader, in this case the viewer can interpret or find himself within the art.

So the ship is wrecked on the rocks, but there are other ships in the distance and most importantly, the light piercing through in the near distance.

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God and gods

Humans, the disdain of the gods–

made of dust and blood and spit

substances of the gods.

Their jealousies, envious hearts, lust, and disdain haunt the person all their life.

 

But the God who created with dust and breath–

this is the God who does not disdain,

but loves his creation.

Humans are not an afterthought, but a beloved, creative thought in God’s mind.

He had no reason or use to create us.

Only out of love did he do such a creative act.

The almighty, majestic, all powerful God of all things …

the One to tremble before, bow to, creates His most creative creature…

It is not the gods at odds with us; but us at odds with our God.

We are not God’s expectorant, but an act of creative love.

He holds us in the highest regard.

God became man that we might become like Him. That we hold his creation– all that exists, all who exist in the highest regard. Doing no harm to one another.

The gods of old are reflections of our own disordered hearts and minds and passions. But the God of all things is the imagination of none. He is.

God is not at war with his creation. God’s life was slain that all might be saved– all be made like it was intended to be–the cosmos– all living things and inert things.

Our gaze must look upwards and imagine how all should be.

His breath is what remakes and renews and puts all to right order. Not our reason, certainly not the gods.

 

Road Trip– Coronado

I don ‘t know why I didn’t post more Coronado pictures. Here you go:

I will spend a few afternoons and mornings on this beach in the near future. I forgot to catch a Pacific sunset. I could have but I was rather tired when I arrived the afternoon before these pictures were taken. I didn’t want to drive that evening. Next time definitely.

I walked a good length of this beach barefoot. And sat in the sand for a couple hours. I found black sand dollars. It was fun watching the birds and people walking the strand. It was very breezy, not very hot about 75, actually quite perfect. The water was freezing, but it would be great on a hotter day. I love the sounds of the beach, especially when it’s not crowded. OC– do not like– too many people. But it has its own Atlantic beauty.

I prefer this beach and coast line. Anyways…

Silence

 

The brightness;

white sands, arid

ignatius rock piled upward toward the sky and sun.

Ancient art etched into the stones.

A people speaking from the past. Their story, importance

scratched into the black rock.

A creativity present in the pinnacle of creation.

Gazing on, seeing what these people saw.

The wind blew,

then there was utter silence.

Not one sound– it was breathtaking.

Road Trip– the end– Great Smokey Mountains

The end has come. I traveled 7626 miles on this road trip. Everything about the trip was incredible. I ended up in Tennessee again to spend a day and a half with my good friend. We met for lunch at an Indian restaurant (buffet). It was good. We had good conversation. Then I explored downtown Knoxville for a little while. I went up the Sunsphere, which was built for the 1983? World’s Fair. It has a good view over the whole city and you can see the Smokeys. I forgot where I parked, so the sunsphere sort of helped me find a general direction where I parked. I finally found where I parked, I remembered the church I was near and I had 5 minutes to spare on the meter.

Then I went to Old Town, which is being revitalized. It’s great to see the old part of town revitalized. The theatre district is near there, which is great. Knoxville is cool because it’s not too big, but it has everything you might want to see, explore, go to etc.

In Old Town I parked on a bridge overlooking the train tracks. I paid a really good price for an hour and a half (35 cents). Parking killed me in Nashville. But I’m learning where to park for far less than 20 dollars or 5 dollars in both cities. Anyway… I went to a coffee shop. The building it was in was really cool. Old brick, old wood floors. But the walls needed some art or something on the walls, it was too open and bare and plane. But I sat in the alley where there were murals on both sides (brick walls). It was colorful and unique. I stopped in an art emporium where they change the art quarterly. They had some interesting paintings of downtown and some photography.

Then on Saturday my friend and I went hiking in the Smokeys. It was great. Climbed some rocks, went out on the rushing creek carefully climbing rocks. He got some pictures and sent them to me via text, but I’m too lazy to figure out how to upload them on here, haha. It was a good leisurely hike with good conversation: light and heavy.

The Smokeys are wonderful. Next time we’ll hike a moderate to difficult trail. Hooray. Oh, and I spent time with he and his wife’s kids. His one son found at least 12 four leaf clovers while I was there. Pretty amazing. None of us could find any at all. There’s a 1 in 10000 chance of finding a four leaf. Crazy and cool.

It was a highly enjoyable time. Friends are good. Thank God for friendship. I’ll definitely return to Knoxville and Nashville. It’s only 8 hours. As I drove home, the 8.5 hours was nothing compared to all the other driving I did. It was funny.

I caught a sunset in Virginia. And continued on. I did not want to return, but it feels alright being home again. Not sure for how long. There was only one moment I wished I didn’t exist, but it passed. Having a mission to see all these things is purposeful and brings wonder and joy.

Favorite cities: Nashville, San Diego

Favorite parks: Yosemite and Zion National Park

But I loved every place I went. I’d return to all of them again. But maybe one state at a time. Nonetheless, every moment was worth it.

Road Trip– pics of my favorite city (one of favorites)

San Diego, one of my favorite cities. I love the Pacific, the bay, Coronado, the city. I was downtown between 8 and 9 (but I think it may have been earlier) in the morning. It was a Saturday and it was very quiet. I got a breakfast sandwich that my friend recommended from Cine Cafe. It was a breakfast joint and liquor store. I only had the sandwich. It was good and big. It kept me going past lunchtime. If California wasn’t so expensive and I could make a good wage, I’d live here. For now, I will visit again and chill on the beaches and write and think and read and explore the area more and its food and culture.

Road Trip– Denver, Kansas sunset, St. Louis

So I’ve driven 6700 miles and I am heading back to Nashville. It was nice visiting Denver again. I only made one stop and walked around a little. Then drove through Kansas which was very flat until the eastern part which had interesting topography. I drove through the night into Missouri and slept at a rest stop in the car for a few hours and headed to St. Louis. I walked near the Arch for a bit. It smelled really good the flowers were blooming. Then crossed the Mississippi into Illinois and stopped at Rend Lake and now I am in Kentucky heading toward Nashville.