This week has
been full of creative bursts for me. I’ve loved every minute of it, because I
haven’t felt terribly creative over the past few months. It’s the ebb and flow
of a writer’s life – at least for this writer – so I never worry about the dry
spells. Creativity will flow again if I just give it time.
Every time I
open a blank document on my computer, I feel a rush of excitement about what
that page (and the ones that magically pop up after it) will contain when my
brain empties into the keyboard.
Sometimes my
brain empties, and I promptly delete the document. The words came out and weren’t
worth keeping or pursuing. I freed space in my mind by getting the words out
and I can move on with my life and wait for something more worthwhile to come
along.
Usually, though,
I find a deep connection with the words. The ideas they hold spur me on to find
related thoughts and write about them, too. I can’t wait to learn as I go. That’s
how learning works best for me. I write and learn as the words escape.
For me, hope is
found on a blank page. It’s a place of unscripted promise. It’s unexplored territory
I can’t wait to discover.
What does a
place of hope look like in tangible form for those who aren’t writers? Do they
have those places of unexplored hope? Goodness, I hope so, because I know the
joy of a blank page for me.
What does it
look like for you?
2 comments:
This is so thoughtful and really made me stop and thing what it feels like for me!
A walk outside with no agenda.
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