Every artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.
-Henry Ward Beecher-
I’m going to let you in on a little secret, there are days when I have no idea what I’m going to write about. It’s like my brain, and my heart aren’t communicating. Some days they’re both speaking the same language, they’re in sync, they’re in harmony, and I can feel that what my mind is telling me to write is exactly what I have to write.
From the moment that I leave home to go to my day job, I ask myself, what will I write about today? Every billboard, every conversation, every obstacle, every bad drive back and forth from work is potentially an idea. Today no such idea came, and it wasn’t for lack of any of the above.
As I sat here tonight, after almost forty minutes in front of my laptop, the first line came and there it was! From start to finish, every scene laid out in my mind and on my heart. For me, each paragraph is another scene in the play, another brick in the wall. Thank you, Pink Floyd, for that pun! Each paragraph is another brush stroke that completes the illustration.
Here’s another secret, when the heart and mind come together and form the opening sentence, the feeling of flow is powerful. Truth be told I could go on writing for hours but I have to keep it short as we’re all pressed for time.
This thing that happens now and again, when my heart and mind can’t come together, despite there being almost 24 hours from post to post, this is life. This blank screen with the blinking cursor, this backlit canvas for words, this is our life, this life is our canvas.
Want more revelation? Every billboard, every conversation, every obstacle, every bad drive back and forth from work is potentially an idea that could change your life, the question is, are you paying attention?
I’m filled with anticipation when I consider that every one of these words, every paragraph, every post, is changing my life. Like bricks paving the way to my dream, these words are the expression of a life in transformation, a mind under reconstruction, a heart in transmutation.
Who says that life has to be the same thing day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, and decade after decade? Only you have that say.
This life is your canvas, to paint on as you please, to show the world your vision, your heart, your mind. You decide when to change it if to change it is what you want. Life is full of signs just pointing the way to change, are you paying attention?