And how am I creating these days? After a late summer of cancer diagnosis for Joe, my father's hospice care and then Dad's October death, it felt like my creating was not creating but keeping doctor and cancer treatment appointments, arranging for hospice care, a funeral, and then cancer treatment recovery care. Where is the creation in this? Then, I remember Martha washing Jesus' feet. It was such a simple and humbling act by Martha, but an act that had to be documented by one of Jesus' disciples. Madeline L'Engle says we must learn to "be" in order to create. We must "be" to be able to listen to God's quiet voice or not but to be a state of creation. Perhaps, my creation state was in the humbling acts of appointments, phone calls and texts, and in person arrangements. I know at the time of these acts, I was not thinking I was creating, but "doing" at a frantic pace. Time to make a conscious space to create.
I've decided to create on my blog and to continue writing my childhood memoir for the year of 1963. I've joined a writing group to help me focus, be motivated, and be disciplined. And I've started back in the practice of "being". I must make time for this as Madeline L'Engle writes in her book in order to create art.
"Being" is not writing or blogging but in a physical space that is in nature or quiet space inside a home, library, or church and sitting. As I am "being" on my porch, I focus on the wind rustling the trees and I watch the limbs sway. I watch rain clouds move in the sky in a constant drift. Questions come, "Will it rain tonight? Tomorrow? Is the big tree on the hill alive or dead. Why did it die?" Questions that won't change the course of history, but questions that may or may not be answered. The important part of the questions is they are "being" asked. What is accomplished by asking questions that may or may not be answered? I've taken the time to ask questions while "being".
I've decided to create on my blog and to continue writing my childhood memoir for the year of 1963. I've joined a writing group to help me focus, be motivated, and be disciplined. And I've started back in the practice of "being". I must make time for this as Madeline L'Engle writes in her book in order to create art.
"Being" is not writing or blogging but in a physical space that is in nature or quiet space inside a home, library, or church and sitting. As I am "being" on my porch, I focus on the wind rustling the trees and I watch the limbs sway. I watch rain clouds move in the sky in a constant drift. Questions come, "Will it rain tonight? Tomorrow? Is the big tree on the hill alive or dead. Why did it die?" Questions that won't change the course of history, but questions that may or may not be answered. The important part of the questions is they are "being" asked. What is accomplished by asking questions that may or may not be answered? I've taken the time to ask questions while "being".
