Without Words

Speaking to the heart…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.” So said the great cellist Pablo Casals.

There is nothing rational about music. It speaks to the heart, not the mind. It has brought me to tears and prompted me to get up and dance

A divine painting speaks to us without words. For me, Rembrandt or Vermeer speak to my soul in their finest work. For you it might be other masters.

These gifts from God to the artists and hence to us are, again, immaterial or spiritual. They speak to us in an international, eternal language.

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“Out of This Box”

“I think part of being a writer is being unhappy. But of course, you need massive bursts of confidence to do the work, to believe that anyone could be interested in what you have to say. But the dissatisfaction is part of what keeps us going. We have to keep creating our way out of this box we put ourselves in.” Stephen Elliott, an American author.

Unhappy? I don’t think in my case that is a frequent state. I think I have enough unhappiness to seek quietude and meaning in the written word, mine or another’s.

Perhaps that’s why fiction writing has become more appealing to me than non-fiction. It allows me a chance to wander in the hopefully fertile soil of my imagination. It can lead me to a better place by God’s grace.

It was Charlie Brown who shouted, “Good grief!” When I feel that way, writing eases my way. When I don’t, I guess it has an appeal somewhere deep in my subconscious. I need to write.