Part VIII. I have spoken of inspiration as a flash, a flare, a fire within, but it is more than that. Inspiration is more than a vision that brings a small bit of joy, a quick illumination, or a fragment of understanding. If it were only that, then the vision would be a […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"
Part VII. As an undergraduate I wrote my senior paper for my theology major on the topic of universal salvation, and then I doubled down on it and wrote my senior paper for my philosophy major on the same subject. By the time I was done with that work, my research had uncovered […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"
Part VI. There is an encounter that plays itself out in my consciousness over and over again. The encounter between my inspiration, and futility, by which I mean doubt about the purpose I feel that I am directed toward. This is the dialog between my creative self and my inner critic. For […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"
Part V. I have been inspired, felt the spirit of inspiration move within me. I have been overcome by the hot flash of a great idea, felt the deep desire to act, heard the voice within me speaking; slowly, steadily, quietly; and at other times; fast, demanding, and loud. I have not always listened, but […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"
Part IV. What we have discussed to this point, in parts I – III of this essay, that is the flowering side of the garden. It is the place where we love to be, when everything is growing well and going right, but there are many times in our lives, countless times, when inspiration […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"
Tenuous at best Tenably slipping, this grip My fragile clasping Through handfuls of air Alone, awake and confused Sanity suffers Stretched tight and thin Spirit on a tangled skein Imperceptible Desperate wailing Crying in the dark of night My faltering handRead more "Slip (A Haiku Quatrain)"
Part III In Part II of this essay, Nobel Laureate, Doris Lessing strikes the most vital point. She addresses the need to listen, to listen to one’s self. It is altogether easy to listen to our inner critic, that insipid, clamoring voice knows exactly how to get our attention, but how much more […]Read more "Inspiration and Futility, Alternating Between the Poles"