"Creativity is a gift. Too many of us refuse it unwittingly. Assaulted by self-doubt, we fail to believe that it has been put into our hands. We diminish it by insisting that we should have been child prodigies. We insist its only proof is commercial gain. But the creative is a gift to us from another realm, and it comes to us when it comes."
-- Deena Metzger, Writing for Your Life
I went to a writers' retreat and I wrote. I came home and stopped writing. Something is going on and I'm not sure what it is but while it works itself out, I'm going to just post interesting thoughts from other people and an occasional past writing such as this poem which seems to fit Deena's thought.
The Gift Refused
Wrapped in bows and bright paper,
We know it must be for them.
Surely, it can’t be for us.
It sits in the middle of our table.
We walk a wide arc around it,
Knowing it’s not for us.
Gradually bills, catalogs, and Sarah’s shoe
Cover it over till only one red
Corner of the bow peeks out
Luring the kitten whose playful swats
Unravel the string. Diamonds spill
Across the table and onto the floor.
I love the imagery in this poem and the analogy.ReplyDelete
Quite powerful my friend.
I know that place of coming home and being obstinate in my will. I wrangle with it constantly. Like taking my vitamins -- I know they're good for me, important to me, yet, I willfullly don't do what's good for me.
Sometimes, we just gotta wrangle that beast into surrending its ferocity so we can turn up for ourselves in all our beauty -- letting the diamonds cascade out.
Thanks for this reminder. I needed to hear it today!
iLike this very much.ReplyDelete