I’ve turned the television to a music station–New Age.
Don’t judge me.
Right now I’m listening to a very soothing piano piece by Bernward Koch called “Evoking Wonder” from a CD titled Walking Through Clouds.
There’s not a cloud in the sky.
I watch a purple finch crack an oily shell, strip and probe and push with it’s tongue to expose white meat. Black fragments fall.
I’ve started to read The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity by Julia Cameron, a book we’re going to be discussing over at Tweetspeak Poetry starting May 23.
I’m ready to begin my morning pages (again) and schedule some artist’s dates.
I’m ready to crack and strip and probe and push and let fragments fall.
I told my daughter yesterday when we went out to eat after Grace’s soccer game how I can’t wait to sit down and write every morning. But I still feel bogged down by “stuff.”
So last night I attacked the back kitchen where kitty litter dust and dust bunnies and cobwebs have taken over.
I’ve begun to declutter. To strip more stuff. Again.
So I can get to the meat.
Oh, my goodness. Out the window. There’s a hawk soaring high with two–crows?
Be right back.
But there are two jets passing each other, dual tails tracing their paths.
Sitting next to Julia is The Soul Tells a Story: Engaging Creativity with Spirituality in the Writing Life by Vinita Hampton Wright.
“To those who tremble at the power, wisdom and ecstasy of their gifts: may you leap into your calling and feel yourself lifted and healed in God’s mighty arms.”
I’m ready to leap and feel myself lifted.
I don’t want to miss the wonders in any moment.
So this week I’m going to spend some time clearing out the dust and cobwebs.
Stripping out some clutter.
I’m going to spend some time drinking and soaking in words.
Drinking and soaking in Him.
Do stop back, though. Perhaps I’ll share some images, some words, some links that raise me up and make me think.
God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction. ~Psalm 23:1-3 (Message)