My deepest thanks to Ruthz SB, creator of delightful literature for the souls of children, and the child in all of us. Your review of Snow Fence Road captures the essence of why my writing heart kept it company until it came full circle as the book’s story:
“Our heart knows what our mind has forgotten,” Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee has written of the beauty of this subtle and powerful mystery. “It knows the sacred that is within all that exists, and through a depth of feeling we can once again experience this connection, this belonging.”
I suppose that every work of writing I accompany to its ending, whether nonfiction or novel, will have this theme at its heart.
As spring’s atmosphere of renewal finally reaches New England, I’m returning to Maine, where the book’s settings will surround me.
The days will also lead inward, as all creating hours need to do. The mere act of withdrawing in order to be present for creative process will draw me nearer to discoveries I can’t possibly predict (or try to control) but that I know from repeated experience will arrive. They’ll not only help bring a growing story into being, but reunite me, mysteriously, with my own depths.
“It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a world at your fingertips outside you,” John O’Donohue observes. “It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here. Rilke said, ‘Being here is so much,’ and it is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed. We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.”
Ponderings that will travel with me:
How does creativity require faith in the way that spiritual life does?
How does creativity hone my abilities as a participant on the path of life?
How does creativity help me adjust as information or circumstances change?
How does creativity act as a remedy for mental tests?
How does engaging with creative process help me learn more about my truest self?