Posts tagged expression
There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
I’ve come to believe that each of us has a personal calling that’s as unique as a fingerprint - and that the best way to succeed is to discover what you love and then find a way to offer it to others in the form of service, working hard, and also allowing the energy of the universe to lead you.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
Who put the writer’s uniform online?
(via englishmajorhumor)
A Writer’s Relief Op-Ed: Using Our Gifts In Times Of Crisis
Sometimes, especially in times of crisis, it’s hard to feel useful as a creative writer. Many of us are introverts. Our talents appear on the page. Writer’s Relief talks about the usefulness of being a writer in these times and not undervaluing our own individual potential.
Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale ‘til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.
When your hands are itching to write
Experience of being an writer
(via literary-hack)
Through creativity, we are seamlessly connected and sustained as we pull
back the veil, revealing beneath our differences and distinctive characteristics,
human expression and the human experience are universal. It is the greatness
of this experience that connects us together by infinite invisible threads strewn
across the globe. This is my responsibility, passion and desire as an artist—my
soul purpose.
The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say. I’m lost in all this sadness, and so are they.
