Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Dead Poet's Creed
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."--Henry David Thoreau
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Taking Time To Write
I think I'm going to take some time, some much needed time, and write. Whether it is journaling, blogging, brushing the dust off the chapters I recently discovered, or blowing the cobwebs off of the ideas lurking within the corners of my conscience, I am simply going to write.
It is not merely the wanting to write. It is needing to write. My pen is my voice. My pen is my oxygen. And I have been silent for long enough. For a time I was away from God and my creativity was drained little by little from me. I am now drawing nearer to God and I find, slow but sure, those inner stirrings, the myriad of voices, faces, and situations swirling around inside of my head, busting to be born from my head to my pen to my paper.
Where God is, there is creativity. And so, I am going to take some time in between shifts at home and at work to rest, refresh, and create. It has been way overdue.
It is not merely the wanting to write. It is needing to write. My pen is my voice. My pen is my oxygen. And I have been silent for long enough. For a time I was away from God and my creativity was drained little by little from me. I am now drawing nearer to God and I find, slow but sure, those inner stirrings, the myriad of voices, faces, and situations swirling around inside of my head, busting to be born from my head to my pen to my paper.
Where God is, there is creativity. And so, I am going to take some time in between shifts at home and at work to rest, refresh, and create. It has been way overdue.
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