rescue is found, so will be found the best 'expressers and
communicators' we humans have. Art seems to be one of those things. We
were created in such a way that music erupts from us when we are
squeezed. Whether it is a violent wringing or love's embrace, song
drips out. So sing with all your might. Paint with fury. Write words
noisy with color. Dance. Dance until we can see your soul. Let
remembering squeeze you, then go get a bucket to catch the drippings." -
The above quote is from David Crowder's book Praise Habit: Finding God in Sunsets and Sushi. It's an excellent book and truly recommend everyone ever read it. I'm on my fourth time through. My poor little copy is so marked up and highlighted I may need to buy a new one and start over.
I guess the above quote really stood out to me today because of the Bear Man. He is always singing, dancing, creating music constantly. He has a song in his heart at all times and I find myself simply watching him as he celebrates life. The joy the erupts from him in every day activities is so pure and perfect that it startles me back to the right way of thinking.
The act of creating art happens naturally with him. He doesn't over think it, he isn't embarrassed about it, it just pours out of him. His praise to the Creator is automatic and unreserved. And I wonder at what age do we stop praising and start worrying? At what age do we begin to forget where we came from? The innocence of his faith, the simplicity of his devotion, the purity of his love...Bear seems to remember quite clearly where he came from and he reminds me everyday.