When I want to stop…

There’s a new label in my Gmail inbox these days.  It’s bright blue and reads “when I want to stop.”  Thanks to some fabulous people who’s paths God has ordained to converge at this exact time in my life, this label is finding it’s way on more and more emails. 

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The most recent was from Tynisha Leon (of Dasheen Magazine).  She forwarded a recent post from Danielle LaPorte’s blog Whitehot Truth that contained a stab to the heart that this girl needed to hear today.  Danielle wrote about the difference between motivation and inspiration, and though I know I’ve been lacking in the motivation department, one of her examples of inspiration summed me up in one sentence.

INSPIRATION
I have something to say that needs to be heard.

When I write I feel bigger, freer, like God is using me well.

I have to write.  It’s what pulls me.  To ignore that fact is just disobedience.  I don’t write to make money.  I don’t write to please people.  I don’t write because it’s cool or because I have delusions of being a Bronte.  I write because it’s in me.  It IS me. 

Novel Writing (Day 3)

 

Imagine this post with a great big blue label that will catch my eye the next time I want to stop…

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When I want to stop…

There’s a new label in my Gmail inbox these days.  It’s bright blue and reads “when I want to stop.”  Thanks to some fabulous people who’s paths God has ordained to converge at this exact time in my life, this label is finding it’s way on more and more emails. 

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The most recent was from Tynisha Leon (of Dasheen Magazine).  She forwarded a recent post from Danielle LaPorte’s blog Whitehot Truth that contained a stab to the heart that this girl needed to hear today.  Danielle wrote about the difference between motivation and inspiration, and though I know I’ve been lacking in the motivation department, one of her examples of inspiration summed me up in one sentence.

INSPIRATION
I have something to say that needs to be heard.

When I write I feel bigger, freer, like God is using me well.

I have to write.  It’s what pulls me.  To ignore that fact is just disobedience.  I don’t write to make money.  I don’t write to please people.  I don’t write because it’s cool or because I have delusions of being a Bronte.  I write because it’s in me.  It IS me. 

Novel Writing (Day 3)

 

Imagine this post with a great big blue label that will catch my eye the next time I want to stop…

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Expression

I’ve been feeling the black hole that exists when all inspiration is gone. I found a momentary peace in the lack of creativity, content to be in the present and just appreciate creation for a while.  Then I started to play what I call “Explore Tour” on Flickr and swirl endlessly in the black hole as I see the remarkable talent that is out there.  It makes me want to delete my account.

I was just sitting here, listening to Xavier Rudd. Come Let Go is one of the few songs that switches my mind to another state. There is something inside that I can’t quite grasp.

This got me thinking about what my work is lacking. I try to create, I try to capture… but in the end it’s empty. Expression is missing, the pulling out of myself and the pushing of this force into a project. Like sending messages into space that someone somehow somewhere someday might hear and just know, whether they understand or not, that I was here.

It’s been a while…

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It’s been a while since I’ve blogged… well it’s been a while since I pretty much did anything.  I gave up Facebook for lent (and I don’t miss it).  I haven’t really listened to much music to continue my song of the day run.  My Flickr-love seems to have run dry.   All the busy “doing” seems to get me nowhere so I give it up and stand still for a while.

It’s in these prosaic time that I look up and there it is… the most amazing artwork, well, ever.  These painted skies humble and embolden.  I wonder, is it always this amazing and I’m just not paying attention?  I’m reminded who the Creator is, and who the creator is not.
I give myself a break from forced “creation” just to keep up with some indeterminable force that we like to label “progress”.  I am thankful for the silence sought in this staleness.  Creation without the proper focus is dull… creation focused towards the heavens, well, there is nothing dull about that.