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    Thoughts on the Wind
    Thoughts on the Wind
    Thoughts on the Wind
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    Thoughts on the Wind

    By Steven Larson and Margaret Larson

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    In this collection of short writings, we have captured snapshots of our worlds, both the real and the imaginary. They blend humor, a bit of serious reflection, and some pure whimsical fantasy. We hope you find them entertaining, encouraging, and maybe even thought provoking.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteven Larson
    Release dateAug 16, 2009
    ISBN9781452302096
    Thoughts on the Wind
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    Steven Larson

    Welcome to our middle-grade fantasy stories. Our writing started with the picture of a gnome house. The tale grew into The World Beyond the Door. Other books followed. Here you will find those adventures. Travel across time, visit magical worlds, and step into cyber realms. Join the adventure. Let the story unfold.

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      Thoughts on the Wind - Steven Larson

      INTRODUCTION

      This book is a collection of our writings. It holds childhood memories, work experiences, vacation adventures, and moments from everyday life. Mixed in are a few fanciful short stories. We trust it will be obvious which writings are fiction.

      God can be seen and found in the wonders and lives around us. Even our imaginary worlds are made from the gift of creativity that comes from Him.

      Scripture speaks to each of us in different ways at different times and at different levels. The verses we chose for these writings spoke to us as we put the book together. Some verses were added to give insight to the inspiration, sometimes subconsciously, that led to the piece’s creation. Others were a result of our reflection on finished pieces.

      The Word of God stands on its own. You may not see the same connections we did, but we are confident that the scripture will speak to you.

      One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all

      Ephesians 4:6 NKJV

      for in Him we live and move and have our being Acts 17:28a NKJV

      MOON SHADOWS

      Vacationing in Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah

      The full moon hike would start in ten minutes. We were determined to make it. The speedometer needle climbed to 60 miles per hour. The rental car began to tremble as we closed fast on the car in front of us. Out here in the middle of nowhere, we were stuck behind a slow moving vehicle and forced to reduce our speed. The car’s trembling ceased, but minutes were slipping by. Finally, we were able to pass.

      Our plight was a result of Daylight Savings Time and three time zones in three days. Somewhere along the way we had lost an hour.

      The parking lot was full when we arrived, but the meeting place was empty. We grabbed our sweatshirts and dashed up to a couple sitting on the porch of a restaurant.

      Did you see which way the group with the ranger went? I asked.

      They pointed, and we ran. About 100 yards away we caught sight of them standing on the edge of the canyon. In our best casual manner we sauntered up and joined the back of the group. While the ranger concluded his talk about the moon’s orbit, I tried to don my sweatshirt discretely and quiet my labored breathing. A cool breeze brushed my skin making me glad for the fleecy warmth.

      It wasn’t quite dark, but the full moon dominated a cloudless sky. Our tour started down the narrow path into the canyon.

      One side was a sheer drop off. On the other side a wall of colorful rock rose up. Occasional openings left the path exposed on both sides. Pebbles rattled behind me when someone’s foot slipped in the loose gravel. I pictured him falling and carrying us both over the edge. Now I understood the park rules requiring shoes with lugs.

      At points along the way we paused, and our guide shared nocturnal tales of the full moon. Facts about flora and fauna of the region gave way to epic lore and myths. Scattered stars began to appear. His quiet voice led us back to a distant time when Native American accounts of the heavens and rock formations around us came to life.

      As night deepened, the moon appeared to get brighter and cast its light earthward. Hoodoos resembling animals or stone figures in the daytime, were now the shadowy sentinels of the night.

      Moonlight illuminated the path as if we were walking under a streetlight. We passed in front of a wall of rock, and our moon shadows danced eerily on its surface. It was almost bright enough to read by.

      Our last stop was on an exposed outcrop. Before us lay a moonscape right out of a 1950’s science fiction show or an H.G. Wells novel. Skinny, twisted trees rose up from ground that was otherwise devoid of vegetation. Their exposed roots were raised in the air as if they were aliens walking on their toes across the barren ground. After a quiet moment of meditation the group began to break up and start the slow ascent back up the steep path.

      Early next morning we took the same hike in daylight. This time we followed the trail all the way to the canyon floor. Vivid colors and crisp images replaced the previous evening’s mysterious shadows and stark beauty. By day or by night it was a land of fascination, with secrets waiting to be revealed to anyone with a heart for wonder.

      The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade at your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD shall preserve you from all evil; He shall preserve your soul. The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in from this time forth, and even forevermore. Psalm 121:5-8 NKJV

      THE UNKNOWN SCRIBE

      Traveling Exhibit in Washington D.C.

      Dust particles floated in a shaft of light. It streamed through a small window into a sparsely furnished room. Hunched over a crude wooden table, a man in drab brown clothing gripped a quill pen. With painstaking care he copied a manuscript, checking and rechecking to make sure every letter was perfect.

      A thin piece of gold leaf glinted on the table. The delicate sheet waited to become part of a special page. He had combined arsenic and lead in a clay pot, and would use the deadly mixture to add red and yellow coloring. Gold and silver powder would highlight a heading or decorate a side column.

      A piece of copper soaked in his flask of wine, preventing him from slacking his thirst. Later he would scrape off the patina to create a green pigment.

      Those weren’t the exact words used by the narrator speaking in my headset, but looking at the parchment fragment in front of me I began to envision the scribe who had created it. The exhibit was called In the Beginning, Bibles Before the Year 1,000.

      We had traveled for a couple hours to come to this museum, but these pieces of parchment, vellum, and wood had traveled thousands of miles. We stood in line for almost three hours before being allowed to enter the dimly lit room where the treasures of the past awaited us. But these delicate remnants of scripture had survived hundreds of years before appearing in this exhibition.

      Many of these ancient and fragile pieces of antiquity had been hidden away in dark rooms or sealed in clay jars for centuries before they were discovered. Now climate-controlled cases with subdued lighting preserved each treasure.

      The dim light carried my thoughts back through time to the places where these artifacts were created. Perhaps the scribe labored by light from an oil lamp, a glowing candle, or just simple daylight coming through an open window. Was his room more illuminated than this one when he mixed his pigments, or was his illumination only a spiritual one?

      I paused in front of a picture of an old tome. The colors on the cover were still vivid. To my surprise, I discovered the picture was made of wax that had survived years of heat and cold yet was still intact with brilliant colors. Somehow the fragile surface had not melted into obscurity as generations passed.

      When I returned home, I picked up one of the many copies of the Bible that I have in my home. At my fingertips I have the choice of a number of translations, all in English with notes that span the ages. Copies are printed by the millions on modern, high-speed presses at a cost that makes them accessible to anyone.

      All this is possible because unnamed scribes labored tirelessly through the ages, never imagining the future they were helping to create when they preserved these words so faithfully.

      Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105 NKJV

      For You are my lamp, O LORD; the LORD shall enlighten my darkness. 2 Samuel 22:29 NKJV

      So shall My word

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