“Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers.” ― Brenda Ueland
When I came upon this quote today, it struck me so, that I read it over and over. As a young kid, (wait who am I kidding) even as an adult, writing has not been easy. In 6th grade I wanted to write well. Sitting at the small oak desk in my upstairs bedroom where it was quiet, I wrote a few words on a loose-leaf paper. Dissatisfaction crumpled the paper into a tight ball and hurled it across the room. This was repeated over and over until I collapsed in a heap of despair and anger. With gritted teeth, I tried again only to leave my room defeated, carrying a waste paper basket full of unwritten words.
Only recently have I been able to trust that the words will come. Faith is about the search for truths. Isn’t writing about truth too? No wonder art is worship.