MUSTARD SEED won’t be finished in my lifetime…
It’s a sharing of my art, thoughts, and experiences…
A respectful tribute to the good that binds our resolve to achieve and the bad that strengthens our resilience to challenge

Love works when nothing else does.

I love to think and write then burden others with my thoughts.😬 I like to think I’m casting light on a very important spiritual matter… God’s message and our grandiose way of applying divinity to ourselves and fellow human beings. It’s a tiny tribute to God with what He’s provided me. But I probably enjoy it more than anyone.

This website explains me pretty well. Words is mainly a sharing of my personal spiritual relationship with God that I chose to broadcast over the internet. Maybe it helps others, maybe not. It started out inspired by what I learned in my study and prayer with the Bible. It’s ending up a family heirloom and a path crossing with a few web friends.

I do a lot of EDiting in MUSTARD SEED. Mostly just after PUBLISHing something new. I find a lot of mistakes. Focus the last few years has been trying to clearly reflect my thoughts and feelings about God’s Word on matters of the heart.

An engineer once told me that “better was the enemy of good enough”. However, since I aspire but fall short of perfect, this website continues to be a work in progress. I think, “Boy, that could be better.” So I edit… or Ed it…😬

Don’t get me started about my artwork. 🫣 Some art cannot or should not be edited after it’s finished. Drives me nuts… But a website can be edited anytime and anywhere there’s internet connectivity. The ease of editing a website fuels my obsessive tendency. 🤪

MUSTARD SEED is shareable to everyone who can understand the word conundrum and tolerate an “OCD’d” bipolar artist with a penchant for the Spirit and EDiting. 💙 Some artwork might scare young kids. Please share responsibly. ❤️

✳️ SPECIAL NOTICE: Allowing comments to my website opened the web door for a spam invasion. I got tons and tons of spam. Spam is not calming. On November 3, 2024, my comment forms were closed in order to stop the spam because I’ve received nothing but spam and no detected legitimate comments since July 5th. I can still be reached by email.

I’m grateful for all the comments I did receive. One in particular stands out… Lynn’s words below were copied from her comment on my art page. (I added my site links for reference.) Her message echoes an insightful understanding of me and my work. I have to tell you… it’s a bit beautiful scary that Lynn, whom I’ve never met outside the web, pegged me so well.

I must be doing SOMETHING right!
Ed ❤️

“Your writing accompanying your work titled Balance is vivid. I recoiled from it before I even read what you were dealing with at the time.

Your drawings of the dragons feel like you acknowledge there is an evil presence that you need to dominate so you won’t be subject to them.

You have the same thorn in your side that afflicts several of my family members. Periodically they are on the dark side of the moon. After a season they return to the bright side, and have a depth of vision found in the deep. The stars shine the brighter because they don’t expect them to be a constant fixture.

That shadow constantly is trying to swallow the church and its light.

Have a blessed day,
Lynn”

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Thank you for sharing your kind thoughts Lynn!

Yes, the Devil torments me… I expect nothing less. But Someone and something good is always at work in our somewhat chaotic midst.

Love is at the heart of sharing

… Love is the wonderful stitcher of differences. When we look to each other with our heart, we can see and feel common ground at our feet. – excerpt from Unique ✍️

Who Ed is…

Definitely not perfect… though I have often tried to be… spellcheck and grammar check are a blessing (sometimes). I’m no angel. I’m a work in progress. I’m a wacky doodle mutt relaying an age old message. If I love, my conundrums resolve. If I hate, I make conundrums. It’s just simple common sense. God’s reminding me of that all the time. 💙

I wish all of my childhood family could have received healing mental therapy. I didn’t know exactly what was wrong with us until 2003. I was born in 1951. I started out mentally ill, with a mostly mentally ill family, but no one knew… exactly. It’s now summer 2024. My outlook has been supervised by mental health professionals, with progressive adjustments in medications, for over 21 years now. My outlook is still not ideal. It may never be on earth because I’m an imperfect, disordered human. But my outlook is the best it’s ever been. 🌴

Maybe mental health and distant galaxies aren’t really out of reach. Because within God’s infinite design plan, lives a guiding Portal with tons of helpers throughout Creation, like my neighbor the front porch bannister meandering ant… and the many life supporting human beings on this planet like Susan1 and Susan2.

People inspire when they overcome.❤️ I’ve been inspired because I’ve met a number of others who’ve overcome greater challenges… Like Laura F. who lost her family to mental illness then built one of her own. Her strength inspires others. And John P., who at six and blind wanted to become a race car driver. His spirit inspires bold dreams. And Josh V., who at twenty nine is battling brain cancer and has a very beautiful artist’s hand. He’s a hero in my book. And twelve year old Becca, who I met virtually over the internet. She’s Sean of the South’s blind friend who “leaps tall buildings” jumping into a swimming pool from the high board. She’s braver than me… and a lot of other folks. 😎

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Receive and Transmit:
successful communication
is shared between the lines

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Email:
ed@eds-art.net
I’m all ears and a little bark

First Published – September 28, 2007
Last Edit – January 26, 2025

Foreword dedicated to Peyt
My good buddy who showed me myself

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