I want to believe
some days even though the absence of inspiration and new ideas oppresses me with a heavy sense of guilt, I want to believe that being creative doesn't necessarily involve making a thing that hangs in a place. that it is really my soul expressing itself. a chance to make a joyous choice, and create beauty from life's little, ordinary things.
some days I want to believe that turning the daffodils toward the sun, arranging the boys' artwork, some Polaroid photos and articles ripped from the pages of House Beautiful on my refrigerator's door, matching all the socks in the sock drawer and practicing scales on my piano every morning are the recharging, balancing part of my work.
some days my son's eyebrows tell a story, moving up and down and raising with excitement every time he speaks. and it's so beautiful. I just don't feel like writing about my life. I want to live it. and I want to believe that it's okay, too.
Reader Comments (16)
You said it so well and so gracefully *exactly* what has been on my mind the past week.
Store them up in your heart to savor for later.
Kisses!
Thank you.
and an extra Halleluiah for the "balancing parts".