Oh, how I have missed this. An empty blog post, a page in my journal. This is my blank canvas. It is here that I can...
Linger (without feeling guilty about it).
It is here that I can stretch out my thoughts, stringing them together to form story and context as
I reconcile the emotional turmoil that is too easily paralyzed and
distorted and trapped within me. And slowly my sanity is restored,
shakily creeping back into existence after too long of (Un) Paid Time
So Yes. I am realizing how much I need this.
Lately I have had so many split
millisecond crumbs of thought pop in to my very scattered, overwhelmed,
and over-occupied brain but haven't had the time to release them just
yet on to a canvas of any sort.
Thus far, these intellectual beings have rested
undisturbed in my To-Do List/Scratch Paper Journal (Yep... got a journal
for everything). At times this journal serves as a
safe place, letting my inspirations burn by the fire and cook a while
that they taste better, smell better, and of course, look more
appealing in hopes to unite friends to laugh and cry and feel
their heart beat again, or maybe even for the first time as they are
constantly surrounded by noise, distraction, and societal and
materialistic demands. Believe it or not, this journal keeps my mind somewhat settled until I find the necessary time to release, process and stretch
took a class with my church recently on how to view creativity as a
Christian. We talked a lot
about just sitting in our desired art form and literally losing track of time
because we are so locked in to our own world of color, sound or movement. And we become
so consumed that we are like a child happier
than we've ever been. Suddenly, things become simpler, calmer, and let's be honest, just more fun.
We also talked about Genesis 1 when God created the world. In everything He created He said,
And it was Good.
So. Question: What would it mean for us to live in that
kind of freedom with our creativity, where we don't need people to
proclaim that it is good? That we call it good simply because we enjoy
it. We enjoy the process, the stillness, the joy flowing from our souls
as we unleash art through our fingertips, our mouths, our limbs, our
As many of you may know, I am at camp for the summer which means I am around people literally all day for hours and hours and hours. (ha)
love it. Don't get me wrong. I love being here and love the staff and
campers. But even the outrageous extrovert in me needs alone time.
MUST have some Mary Margaret time. And hey, it's actually happening
today! (If I had my own talk show, I would hold up my APPLAUSE sign
So my creative outlet? Well one of my favorites, at least, is this.
The more I write, the more I fall in love with words and their graceful, unpredictable and rhythmic movement across my blank canvas.
So my challenge to you?
Find your creative outlet and use it.
You need it.