A morning of blank pages, empty and barren
ms
my mind wandering while I sit before them, staring.
Aware I refuse to face them, even turning away,
finding something else to do, even daydreaming.
I ask for a willingness to listen for inspiration,
alert to the inner voice seen through pen and ink.
Transformative words are not always found in books
but through whispers heard from a sanctuary within.
4 Comments
Faye
Creativity comes at it’s own pace, not necessarily when we need or want it. The blank page/canvas/memory card taunts us mercilessly. Enjoy your Sunday, Monte.
Monte Stevens
Good morning and thank you for visiting again. Yes, creativity does move at its own pace. We can nudge it and be there for it. Looks like you were cold and wet yesterday in Charlotte. Hope you enjoy your Sunday, also.
Joe
Nice, Monte. Every time I see one of your posts with a fountain pen and journal I start wish for one of those beautiful pens. I haven’t used mine in years and can only find one anymore. My penmanship isn’t worthy of a fine instrument but they are nice to hold.
Monte Stevens
I’m sorry if I bring up the dream for a new pen, then again maybe it’s another dream that needs fulfilled. My effort at penmanship is not for the aesthetics of journaling but it is a part of the art, craft of journaling. We only get better when we practice: tennis, photography, guitar, etc. For me the fine pens and a good journal inspire me to pick them up and use them. A nice Pilot Metro can cost under $20 and last for years with thousands of words hidden within them. Maybe even a novel. That’s how Neil Gaiman writes his novels.