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Resources – Epic Theology
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Finding God through the lens of an artist. Here are a few other people exploring their faith through art, or art through their faith. They have all been excellent partners on my journey, and I hope they are able to help you on yours. If you have any resources you would like to share, don’t hesitate to send me a message, and I’ll check it out. FIRE EXIT THEATRE – www.fireexit.ca. THE SKIT GUYS – www.skitguys.com. BURNT THICKET THEATRE – www.burntthicket.com. For those looking for a substantial internation...
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burnt thicket theatre « Alida Lowe
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Creative Discontent: The Blog. Alida is the Producing Director of Burnt Thicket Theatre. Which aims to enliven [restore life to] audiences through original performance. In 2011, Burnt Thicket Theatre. In partnership with Raise Their Voice. Presented the acclaimed world premiere of Andrew Kooman’s. She Has a Name. Currently Burnt Thicket Theatre. Is in preparations for a 6-month tour of. She Has a Name. In 2012, in addition to solidifying programming and new projects for the next season. She Has a Name.
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer: Deòthan Beadarrach (Playful, Gentle Breeze)
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer. Ragamuffin poetry exploring the intersection of life, faith, art and community. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. Deòthan Beadarrach (Playful, Gentle Breeze). Ag udal mar stuadhan. Leaves on a sapling. Undulate this way and that. Playful, gentle breeze. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ragamuffin poet, essayist, penny philosopher, slow life advocate and emerging minimalist.
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer: Vis à Vis
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer. Ragamuffin poetry exploring the intersection of life, faith, art and community. Wednesday, July 22, 2015. Belief arises from the sandy sediment of the intellectual mind. Faith is rooted in the fertile soil of the heart mind. Belief is mercurial and capricious. Faith is relentlessly, heroically courageous. Belief doggedly demands and defends. Faith humbly, willingly condescends. Faith requires no elucidation. Belief gives rise to the illusion of certainty. The trials of time.
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer: Irony
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer. Ragamuffin poetry exploring the intersection of life, faith, art and community. Thursday, April 30, 2015. One day, during a public reading of my work. A man contemptuously jeered,. 8220;Your poetry is shit! I took a moment to reflect on his scurrilous words. And then —. Thanked him for the compliment. Even shit has it’s purpose. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer: Awakening
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer. Ragamuffin poetry exploring the intersection of life, faith, art and community. Wednesday, April 8, 2015. If I say I love you for fear of hell,. Then does not hell becomes my existence? If I say I love you in hope of paradise,. Then am I not blinded. To the profound wonder and beauty of paradise? But if I love you simply for the sake of loving you —. Without concern for any notion of heaven or hell —. Then does not my heart begin to cast off it's hibernal slumber. 8212; Mac, 2015.
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer: Artless Grace
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Diary Of An Arts Farmer. Ragamuffin poetry exploring the intersection of life, faith, art and community. Thursday, January 29, 2015. You’re scarcely three feet tall. With your umber eyes. And your guileless gaze. Hands like two loops of silk. You peer right through. The tear-stained glass windows. Of time and space. Into the long forgotten corners. This inky, black-hole. That once shone bright. In the winter night —. When rapturous beams of sublime light. The doleful, dismal plight. Of time and space.
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