Recover Your Joy began a powerful blog post with a rule from St. Benedict:
"Always begin again." I didn't know about this rule when I wrote a poem with the same theme several years ago after an experience with Stewart Cubley at "The Painting Experience." The workshop was a life-changer and the concept of beginning again, regardless of whether something was a success or a failure has stayed with me.
Every day, every moment is an opportunity to begin again.
by Joyce Wycoff
I stand at an expanse of white paper.
Fears rise like a rush of ravens cawing
My inadequacies to an indifferent world.
“Begin,” I cry above their screechings.
I throw paint — fuchsia, chartreuse, deep purple.
Hope for a miracle slowly sinks into gloom
As the Muse rejects my careless offering.
“Begin again!” she commands.
I plan a lofty scene filled with symbol and sign.
Color and context weave an eye-pleasing cry
For approval and recognition that does not come.
“Begin again,” the Muse repeats.
I wildly cover the space with scribble and daub.
Then, lost on the page, I stand frozen in fear,
A hollow husk with no place to hide.
“Begin again,” she whispers.
I stand — waiting, listening deeply.
A feeling guides me to a land timeless and unplanned.
Brush, color and hand create in an unjudged harmony.
I am awake, alive, vibrating with vision.
Softly the Muse just repeats, “Begin again.”
About the image: This image earned the title "Begin Again" because it started out as a color doodle and then got cut apart, reassembled, and enhanced ... it literally "began again."