Archive for August, 2011

Clues To Your Destiny


The nature of a Faith Test involves circumstances that are extreme opposites of what God has promised you.  This is illustrated very succinctly in history:

Abraham’s promise = progeny.  But Abraham’s test = no kid for 25 years.

Joseph’s promise = rulership.  But Joseph’s test = prison.

Therefore, most likely…

The Adversity you’re going through = a clue to your Destiny!


Avonlea labeled her cup

In case there might be any confusion, Avonlea, our 4-year-old Granddaughter,  labeled her cup.  She’s an engineer, not only in terms of construction, but also spacial alignments, functionalities, and the relationships between things.

One of the really delightful aspects of having kids around is discovering their often-hidden SuperTools unique to them, aptitudes that you can cultivate, nourish, and lean into at every turn.

Yeah, it’s just a cup with a sticky note scrawled with a green “A”.  But the purpose behind the sign is just so…Avonlea.

graphis motif

I love imagery, and the joys it delivers are often unexpected.  Like working on notes at 5:00 a.m. and suddenly seeing more in your notes than just …notes.

This morning at Dunkin Donuts–my usual early morning haunt–I was struck: not with an epiphany or brilliance.  Rather, I was whacked with the sheer force of the mundane.

As I jotted down summaries and lists, I noticed my note paper’s texture, exaggerated by the light angle, mixed with the graphis motif  of quick etchings made by my favorite pen (Pilot G-2, Bold, Black–such a lovely ride!). The visceral impact of this prompted a close-up photo with my iPhone.  Further delight: discovering that I could zoom in so closely.  So I took a picture of a few words on paper.  Why?

I’m not alone in getting excited about visual trivia.  My distant-mentor and kindred spirit, Walt Disney,  had plenty of these moments.  I recall one unique incident from his biography.  Young Walt was spellbound one morning as he studied the complex patterns made by the gooey contrails of maggots on a trash can lid.  Of course, the average person would recoil at such a yucky sight; yet Walt was enthralled; and I totally get it.  We’re a lonely breed, perhaps.

Back to Dunkin and notepaper… still vibrating from the otherwise pointless stimuli of texture, ink, lighting, and the macro capabilities of my phone camera, I took the task further with a mini-Photoshop app in my phone.  The two images, now nestled within this post, present no empirical value to the average viewer, no particular meaning for anyone.  They are not award-winning images; they are just zoom-ins on life stuff.  But the process provided satisfaction to the guy who jotted the note, noticed the texture, and took time out to make something so very inconsequential become an “event”–even a published work, regardless of how pedestrian it may be.

After decades of enduring production pressures and grappling with problem solving as a professional filmmaker, it’s no surprise that gratification comes with totally unimportant musings that pose no burden or demands.

And so I guess that’s what makes blogging so enjoyable.  The pressure’s off, no clients to please. The task is to merely capture a moment and publish it to the world–just because it’s fun.