“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. Between these two my life flows.”
Last week was a difficult week, but also a great one. First half of the week I really struggled. Things were not flowing and I struggled to write my sonnet. I’ve noticed that creativity cannot be forced, you must surrender to it. This is true if I’m having writer’s block or stuck within a painting. The more effort I put into forcing it, the less I achieve. So, I stop and feel. Just feel and allow my emotions to shape into words…and everything flows. I was disappointed that I didn’t add an artistic embellishment to my assignment, but there is time to do that when I turn in a final version. There is a process to creating, and I do consider writing a form of creation, that is both difficult but ultimately satisfying. An inspired work can nourish me for days.
Watching a movie yesterday, there was one scene showing a well traveled bridge, empty, the morning sun shining down on it. Disaster loomed, and yet still the sun rises. And the thought came to me…it is somewhere between grit and serenity. That’s where I reside.