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Writing With the Spirit
                                       August, 2008
“Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough.”
George Washington Carver
 
Suspended in a tree house-like porch with DeSoto Falls playing dramatic background to the chatter of my thirteen companions and me, it was effortless to reach a state of relaxation.  We were gathered in this unique mountain home to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend; and to learn about iconography from a master, Balpha Noojin. 
 
Balpha spoke softly, his tan face framed by touches of silver in his hair and goatee.  Like a benevolent snake-charmer, he held our attention as he shared his love of God and portraying the Divine with icons.  Listening to Balpha share the century’s old history of his art, the subtle nuances of color, I was reminded of a saying from George Washington Carver, “Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough.” 
 
Ever since I was a young girl, I have seen icons of Mary with Jesus or St. Francis in Catholic Churches and had given them little thought.  My apathy dropped away, making room for curiosity and reverence as Balpha’s passion for his work moved many of us to tears.  He explained that icons are not painted, they are written.  “We seek the guidance of the Holy Spirit first, and then we write the Holy Scriptures.”  Balpha said, as the creator pointed us toward the Creator.  An ethereal silence fell among us as we knew, convened in his studio, we were gathered on hallowed ground. 
 
“In most forms of art, the light source is external, from a lamp or the sun for example.”  Balpha pointed out.  “Because we are writing the Divine, the light source for icons must come from within the subject.” 
 
Later, as we viewed various forms of icons, my appreciation for their beauty was magnified by new understanding of their history and meaning.  As we passed each piece, I sought to connect with the light within.
 
Driving home, I reflected on the magical day.  How easy it is to miss the beauty that surrounds us.  If only I can take the time to know another’s story, (whether it be a person, a tree, or even an insect) surely I will find the light shining from within.
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

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