A Father and a Writer

A saint’s other side.

Thomas More lived in England during the late 1400s and early 1500s, a time of kings, castles, and growing interest in learning and scholarship. Born in London in 1478, he became a lawyer, writer, government official, husband, and father.

He was known for his sense of humor and often made jokes, even at his own expense.

Despite holding one of the highest offices in England, Thomas sometimes climbed onto the roof of his house to look at the stars. He enjoyed conversation and took a keen interest in the education of his children. What set him apart from many of his contemporaries was the way he educated his daughters. In the early 1500s, many people saw little reason to educate girls beyond the basics. Thomas disagreed. He wanted his daughters to learn languages, literature, and other subjects normally reserved for boys.

One story involves his daughter Margaret, who was especially close to him. When Thomas became Lord Chancellor, one of the highest positions in England, someone asked whether she was proud of her father. Her response suggested that little had changed at home. He might have been Lord Chancellor at work, but he was still the same father when he came home.

Many of Thomas’s letters contain jokes and playful remarks. Even during his imprisonment in the Tower of London, flashes of wit still appeared in his writing.

His Catholic faith shaped every part of his life, including the decisions that eventually brought him into conflict with King Henry VIII.

During the reign of King Henry VIII, Thomas refused to support the king’s break with the Catholic Church and would not accept the king’s claim to religious authority. He was imprisoned in the Tower of London and in 1535 was executed on the king’s orders.

With the final cadence, his daughter Margaret lost a father. England lost a statesman. The world lost a writer. God welcomed a saint.

Let’s keep learning the saints’ way—day by day.

⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

Acoustic Thinking • Darem Placer

When Artists Fall Silent

There are moments when we stop creating—when the soul needs room to breathe again.

There are days when we stare at our work and feel nothing. No spark, no tune, no urge to create. We watch others make art and think, “They still have it.” Then we turn away and sit in the quiet.

Sometimes the soul just needs to breathe. We’ve given, we’ve felt, we’ve emptied ourselves onto too many canvases. Art isn’t a switch—it’s a heartbeat that slows down when it needs to heal.

No artist burns forever. Even silence has rhythm. Maybe the pause is part of the art—those hidden spaces where the spirit quietly refills. We’re not lost. We’re rebuilding.

And when the next wave comes, we’ll know it’s real again. Not forced. Not calculated. Just human.

That’s what International Artist Day (October 25) reminds us of: not the noise or the show, but the quiet courage to start creating again.

⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

An electronic instrumental album in 432 Hz centered on self-reflection and navigating the sentimental journey of contemplating life’s missed opportunities.

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