Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Love it, hate it

I have an ongoing, love/hate relationship with writing.

(all writers say, “duh – that’s what writing IS“)

Today I’m going to a writing salon, to sit in the company of other writers and be stimulated in the craft. 

Hopefully they have a pair of jumper cables.


later that afternoon (post-jump start)

in response to the prompt, “Everyday I consider…”

Everyday I consider who I am in the world and who I want to be. Which version, which story will I tell today, and can I let go of my stories, and just be? And in being, to be content.

This is the secret I will to apprehend. The serenity of the present moment and the treasures to be had therein. Freed from judgments of the past and concerns of the future, what wealth is available when I look to the moment?

A step into divine life, a swim in the river of spirit, the present is the I AM, the place where God lives. My presence, my attention, is all that is required.

What faith, what trust, to step into this Oz, this Narnia, this kingdom of heaven that is at hand.


and then, in response to “There is a place where…”

There is a place where the candy scent of pine floats on a whisper

Where silence first deafens, then soothes my soul

Where the sky, so blue, can grace the world

and the clouds float by, just because.

There is a place where the ground meets my boots

And the trail takes me where my heart belongs

There is a place where I remember I am home

On this earth, I belong, and am hers.

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I’ve made it my goal this year to believe in the divine nature of creativity. Mine in particular, since it presents the greatest challenge to believing.

I’m stunned by the sheer act of faith it takes me to write. Oh sure, some days the ideas flow from my fingers and I can’t wait to put them up. But some days, especially after the committee has escaped from retirement and has issued it’s report, the last thing I want to do is sit myself down and open up.

Creativity is the divine nature moving through human form. It’s what makes us most like God. It’s the delight of the universe and the very stuff of life.

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. – Albert Einstein

Truer words were never spoken.

But today my words of wisdom, my instruction in art, comes from Rita Mae Brown, philosopher and writer of, evidently, cat fiction.

Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.

This is the little adjustment I need to make today.

I love hoping for big things, afar off in the future. This takes no faith at all.

Today my task is this: believe small.

Forget the big dreams and believe just enough to sit in the chair and get to work.

Sometimes the simple things take more faith.

(maybe someday I’ll gather enough faith to learn how to use the wordpress editor!)

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