Sunlight

Sitting in my office, I embrace the streaming sunlight that bathes my office walls and furniture. I find complete peace in the silence...even when intermittently disturbed by a passing car, a random horn, voices from the office next door or the rattling and tapping keys on my keyboard. I feel like this is what breeds creativity--this is where creativity begins. Among the silence of the mundane. Even while I sit and listen, I hear things that I've never taken in before. A passing airplane outside. The humming of an overactive laser printer. Tapping of feet from high heels of passing pedestrians. yes--maybe this is where creativity will explode. Disrupt the normalcy of daily life and surge creation and birth movements in my mind. Lord knows I could use a heavy dose of creativity right now. If in fact necessity is the mother of invention, then creativity is the byproduct of lack And I am knee deep in a seemingly hopeless situation that only God, the Creator of creativity, can change. The one who can produce heavens and kingdoms with a thought. Who can see the intricacies of the human body and all its working parts, while nurturing the lives of billions. I need His creativity. I am thankful for what I have, and know that there are millions who would eagerly accept my purpose in exchange for theirs. But right now, I would like the Creator to create in me the creativity to be free of the burdens that tether me to fears and struggles. The creativity to surpass what I know and to soar the limitless possibilities of life. The creativity to release the sorrows of yesterday's pain and embrace yet again the hope of tomorrow's promise. What ever that promise may be.

For now, I'll continue to enjoy the light that plays in my work space and dances with my dreams. And smile at the infinite hope that if the Creator is ever with me, then His creativity rests amidst the illumination.

When Will You Start?

Let's start today. Why not? Who will it hurt? Anyone? I sit and think of all of the things that I started and had not yet completed. I have journals and notepads--loose papers and scribbled on pieces of napkins that are stiff and unsuitable to blow my nose. All ideas 'neatly' piled and placed in a box under my desk--waiting for inspiration to ignite them into the next Times bestseller. I think of all of the insightful things I've heard, seen and thought. Or at least insightful to me. Maybe not an original thought to someone else, but surely something that felt life-changing or deep to me. A flint that ignited a spark of curiosity that made me ponder. Or an over-heard conversation, where the words expressed seem less coincidental and more providential. You ever had that happen to you? Sitting in your thoughts at home with the t.v. or radio on in the background. You start thinking of a situation in your life that needs addressing--that unpaid cell phone bill or a friend's struggle with a disease. Then in the background, you hear something that is related to what you're thinking of. A lead, if you will, to the next clue. A crumb to sustain you and keep you while searching for an answer. Those things, all workings of something less haphazard and random. In my perspective. That's what I want to write about. That's what I want to express. So I'll start today. I made 43 a couple of weeks ago. A milestone of sorts. A demarcation in my notch on the tree of life to point out that time keeps moving, so it's never too late to move along with it and redeem the time. Yeah--I think I'll start today.