Finding Beauty and Stillness in a Chaotic World.

By Deryn

Nov 1, 2025

Sibelius monumnet Helsinki showing organ pipes that are tree trunks of the forest

Photo Pixabay, Sibelious Monument,

Music becomes a voice for change

I have long believed that the arts serve purposes far beyond decoration. A painting can tell a story. A poem can preserve a memory. A novel can give a forgotten person a voice. Drama and dance are transient vehicles for storytelling. And music? Music can bring people together.  have seen something of this for myself in my travels. I have stood before the monument to Jean Sibelius in Helsinki, Finland, and I have visited Estonia. Standing in those places, knowing something of their history, gives a different meaning to the music. You begin to understand that these were not simply composers writing beautiful melodies. In times of oppression and uncertainty, music can become a vessel carrying the identity of an entire people.

Music when a nation finds its voice

Consider Finland. For more than six hundred years, Finland was part of the Swedish realm. In 1809, it passed from Sweden to the Russian Empire and became an autonomous Grand Duchy. During the nineteenth century, a growing Finnish cultural movement sought to strengthen a distinct national identity. The Kalevala compiled from Finnish oral poetry, became an important expression of that identity. Artists, writers, and musicians began to give Finland a language of its own, not necessarily a political language, but a cultural one.

Sculpture of Sibelious Head, Helsinki

Photo Pixabay, Sibelious Monument

Then came Sibelius. In 1899, during a period of increasing Russian pressure and attempts at Russification, Sibelius composed the music that would become Finlandia It was originally part of a series of historical tableaux presented at the Press Celebrations in Helsinki. The final section, known as “Finland Awakes,” stirred something deep in the Finnish people. Finlandia became a symbol of Finnish nationalism. When I stood before the Sibelius monument, I wasn’t just viewing a memorial to a famous composer. It reminded me of what happens when art helps people remember their identity. Sibelius helped give Finland a sound, and sometimes people need a sound before finding a voice. Organ pipes represented the trees of the forest; forests go deep into the psyche of the Finnish people, a voice that resonated with them.Estonian Music Festival Stand

Estonia sang its way toward freedom

I experienced a similar feeling when I visited Estonia. Domination by powerful neighbors has marked Estonia’s history, and during the Soviet period, language and national identity were under pressure. Yet Estonia had an extraordinary cultural treasure: its singing tradition.

The Singing Revolution of the late 1980s demonstrated just how powerful that treasure could become. Hundreds of thousands of Estonians gathered at the Tallinn Song Festival Grounds and sang traditional and patriotic songs together. They sang Mu isamaa on minu arm, “Land of My Fathers, Land that I Love,” a song that had become deeply associated with Estonian identity. They also sang the patriotic songs of composer Alo Mattiisen.Music of Estonian Dancers

Estonian Folk Dancers, Video - Deryn van der Tang

This was nonviolence; they were not taking up arms, they were raising their voices. By 1989, the movement had grown into the remarkable Baltic Way, when people in Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania joined hands in a human chain stretching across the three Baltic countries. Music had helped people remember they belonged to something larger than the political system that governed them.

The music that defied ruins

Then there is Sarajevo. During the terrible siege of Sarajevo in the 1990s, cellist Vedran Smailović became known as the “Cellist of Sarajevo.” After twenty-two people were killed while waiting for bread, Smailović returned to the devastated area and played Albinoni’s Adagio in G minor in their memory. Picture a city under attack. Amidst the broken buildings and people living in fear, a man sits with his cello and plays. The music could not stop the bombs, nor could it bring the dead back. But it declared something profound:

Beauty had not been destroyed. Human dignity had not been destroyed, and the human spirit had not been destroyed. That is the power of the arts.

Why do the arts matter?

When we talk about social change, we often think about politicians, protesters, legislation, and movements. And, of course, these matter. But underneath every movement is something deeper: a story about who we are and what we believe is worth preserving. Artists help us tell that story. A composer can give a nation a melody. Poets can preserve a language. Painters can capture a landscape that becomes part of a people’s memory. A storyteller can take the ordinary life of one family and reveal something universal about courage, suffering, and hope.

Perhaps that is why oppressive regimes have so often tried to control language, literature, music, and art. They understand something we sometimes forget: culture holds memory. And memory gives people identity.

The Bible tells us, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver” (Proverbs 25:11).

Sometimes someone speaks, paints, sings, or writes that word.

The arts may not change the world overnight. Yet, they have the power to shift how people view the world. And once people see differently, they may begin to think differently, hope differently, and eventually act differently.

As I think about Finland, Estonia, and many other places I have traveled, I remember that the arts form a vital part of human society. They are part of our inheritance; they carry the stories of those who came before us. They inspire courage in those struggling today and plant seeds of hope for future generations. Perhaps that is why music has such extraordinary power.

A single voice may be silenced, a single instrument broken, yet a song alive in people’s hearts proves much harder to destroy.

And sometimes, when a people begin to sing together, the world begins to listen.

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Beauty in Stillness, A painting of a Cello Picasso style

Finding Beauty and Stillness in a Chaotic World

In times of chaos and disruption, have you ever wondered how one individual can make a difference in an impossible situation? At a recent conference I attended, one speaker told a story so profound, it left a lasting impression on my soul. He explored the intersection of beauty and chaos - how, in a world unraveling with uncertainty, anxiety, and relentless noise, beauty becomes an anchor, a breath, a healing balm. We were invited to consider beauty not merely as decoration, but as intercession; a muted form of resistance and hope.

The Story of the Cellist of Sarajevo.

The story shared during the conference that deeply affected me was the story of the cellist of Sarajevo. During the brutal siege of Sarajevo in the 1990s, a mortar shell landed in a crowded marketplace, killing twenty-two civilians who were standing in line waiting for bread. The next day, a cellist named Vedran Smailović dressed in full concert attire, brought his cello to the exact crater left by the explosion, sat down amid rubble and danger, and played. For twenty-two consecutive days thereafter, one for each victim, his violin sang the song of lament. Bombs could still fall. Sniper bullets could still fire. Fear could still consume. But beauty, defiantly, still sang through the chaos.

He did not stop the war. But he stilled the terror of those who heard. His cello notes rose like a prayer from the smoking ruins, carrying with them something deeply human, sacred, and strangely comforting: the reminder that even here, we are not abandoned to darkness.

Picasso Painted after the Spanish Civil War

As I listened to this story, something within my heart stirred, a desire to bring beauty out of the chaos we are living in now. I remembered a time in my life when the sound of the cello reached into my soul with its deep, haunting resonance. The vibrations unlocked tears I didn’t know were waiting to flow. I was so moved that I painted a cello in a style like Picasso's painting after the Spanish Civil War. Broken, displaced, its curves and quiet dignity, breathing soulfully, almost as an act of devotion. I didn’t fully understand why then, but now I do: the cello became my symbol of solace in chaos, too.

In times of upheaval, we need not only answers. We need resonance. We need something that calms the trembling inside us, something that reminds us we are more than our fear. The soul needs something that says, “Be still, and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10).

Art brings Stillness to the Storm

This story was a challenge, not just to create, but to become like that cellist in the crater. When the world breaks open, show up with beauty. To offer colors, melodies, words, gestures of kindness, dances of healing, poems of courage, brushstrokes of peace. To be still points of calm in a spinning storm.

Beauty, when born from a place of compassion, becomes a kind of muted protest against despair. It says, “There is still goodness. There is still tenderness. There is still hope.” Beauty reminds us that God still breathes in broken places.

The Challenge to us today

We are entering uncertain times. The future may hold chaos, noise, and fear. But in such times, more than ever, people need the cello’s song, whether literal or metaphorical. They need art that doesn’t deny the darkness, but lights a candle within it. They need voices that don’t shout over the storm, but soothe the soul’s trembling. An artist friend of mine, Jeremy Troughton, recently did a piece of art, painting a man with holes in his chest. The words he used to describe this painting also resonated with me. ”I carried circles in my chest — not targets, but lanterns, lit from within, by the promise to feel gently.”

Perhaps we are each called, in our own way, to bring our art, however humble, to the cratered places of the world. To paint peace. To write comfort. To dance in defiance of despair. To sing faith in the valley of dry bones.

Beauty does not merely decorate life - it dignifies it. And sometimes, beauty is the sound that keeps hope alive when everything seems lost.

I would love to hear your thoughts on beauty redeeming the darkness.

Nasturtiums, beauty in our backyard

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