All throughout time, so as long as there has been life on earth, the motions of life have sculpted the world we perceive each and every day. Life’s motions are as mundane or as exciting as one typically determines them to be. Days will pass into evening and as the earth spins, dawn is waiting for us all. The sun’s rays creep in like a mist over the lands and all that was asleep is urged to awaken. Rise and carry out your tasks! Let us catch a ride on one of the beams of light until we reach the end of the day. The sun then says goodnight and we rest just to begin again the next morning. What filled the day? What did we accomplish? What did we give? What gifts that we rightfully own – we OWN – did we celebrate?
I am reading a wonderful book by Liz Gilbert entitled Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear given to me by a dear friend that follows this blog. I received this amazing gift due to my relentless desire to be an accomplished writer. Well, let’s change that adjective shall we? I am accomplished. I have had many garden related articles published along with some short stories that have appeared in two anthologies. That is accomplishment. I guess what I should say is that I have a desire to be a well-paid writer. That in itself is an oxymoron but still I do have such aspirations so that I can just spend my days writing.
Despite the fact that I may never be a commercially successful writer, I do not let that deter me from my desire to share my love of words and language with the rest of the world. The written word, in my opinion is one of man’s greatest achievements and each piece of written work is a blessing shared. In Liz’s book, she urges us all to not let anything deter us from embracing our creative side, our passionate side, our loving side and our spiritual side. All of these are gifts that allow us to transcend any perceived monotonies and create a glorious, colorful motion that in turn acts a chisel to sculpt something magnificent into the world.
I may have quoted this before but right now, this very moment, I thought about the scene in Holy Man with Eddie Murphy that describes quite beautifully what I am trying to convey.
Seventy-five years. That’s how much time you get if you’re lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And Seventy-five Autumns. When you look at it like that, it’s not a lot of time, is it? Don’t waste them. Get your head out of the rat race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what’s important now. Right Now. This very second. And I’m not saying, drop everything and let the world come to a grinding halt. I’m saying that you could become a seeker. You could be loving more. You could be taking some chances. You could be living more. You could be spending more time with your family. You could be getting in touch with the part of you that lives instead of fears; the part of you that loves instead of hates; the part of you that recognizes the humanity in all of us. And I tell you, That’s where you’re fortunate.
I cling on to these words as I live out each day and what wonderful words! Wouldn’t you agree! So, what about you? Yes, you reading this blog post. What are your gifts? I know for certain that those who read this blog have amazing talents. Off to the right, under recommended sites, I have links to those that have blessed and are sculpting the world with their talents.
I shall end for now but before I close, I want to thank you all for reading. Perhaps you could take a few moments to brainstorm some of your gifts – of which there will be many – and then formulate plans to incorporate your gifts into each and every day.
I am thinking of my gifts and I share this photograph – one of my creative gifts – with you all…
- Today will be better
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